Growing up in a semi-religious family who didn’t celebrate birthdays gave me, a debilitating shy introvert, an excuse not to plan for or attend my party.

An introvert would understand . Introverts get there energy as replenishment from within.

I took pleasure in letting down my friends, family and associates that I’m a Jehovah’s Witness and we don’t celebrate birthdays 😌.

As I get older and I’m appreciating the joys of getting to this age, having a purpose that benefits me and others and being a lilly into people’s lives, I now get jealous about the celebration of other people’s birthday gatherings, since I’ve missed out on so many of my own.

While the pandemic reduces the opportunity for us to lavishly celebrate festivities in the numbers and varieties in which we were accustomed to, people have neatly found creative ways to celebrate with less time and less people.

As an introvert, I appreciate less but I can’t forgive myself for having not providing any opportunity for my loved ones to celebrate life with me.

Life goes on, people grow up and not many people know or remember my birthday but the same 12 or 13 people do every year.

This year, with the pandemic induced curfew over our heads and the 10 person head count mandatory for all social gatherings, I want to make it clear that I am willing to celebrate my birthday , with all and whomever is willing to celebrate with me. If it were legal, I would be inviting the world.

For I do not know when my time will come and do not know when is theirs.

I don’t want to be given any flowers at death. But rather now, so I invite love and celebration to follow me wherever I go.

Wherever I go, love follows me. I invite love into my heart and into my life. I invite you into my life, to celebrate my birthday with me on the 3rd day of May, 2021.

On that day, Happy Birthday to me🥳