A Birthday Rebellion Against Grief and Playing Small
This week, I turned 49. Let’s be honest, most people wouldn’t even blink an eye at that. It’s not a headline-grabbing birthday—everyone’s eyeing next year’s big 5-0, that infamous “over the hill” milestone. But for me, blowing out those 49 candles felt like a giant exhale after holding my breath for too long. And there’s a bigger story behind that sigh of relief.
I’ve mentioned in previous blogs that I’m more into words than numbers. So, call it irrational or superstitious or whatever you will, but for the past few years the number 48 has haunted me. It’s not just a number; it’s a line in the sand. Not only did my late husband pass away at this age, but so did my ex-husband. My two biological children lost both of their fathers at the way-too-young age of 48. Ugh.
So, for me, hitting 49 wasn’t just another birthday; it was my stake in the ground. A loud, rebellious shout against the shadows of grief. This birthday wasn’t just about adding a candle; it was about flipping the script. I’m here, living wide open—not just for my kids and myself, but for my late husband and ex-husband whose lives were cut short.
Most importantly, I want my children to see – in real time – that heartbreak can’t stop us from embracing life. It’s a promise to them. We don’t just survive after loss. We live, love and keep moving forward.
Carpe Every Damn Diem
I’ve never exactly been afraid of dying. In fact, since I met my father-in-law, I can’t help but grin whenever he cracks one of his favorite one-liners: “None of us are getting out of here alive.” It’s blunt, it’s true and it’s the ultimate reminder that we’re all on a one-way ticket. So, what’s the point of tiptoeing through life? Might as well go all in, squeeze every drop out of it and live it up while we can.
I can still picture my 13-year-old self, watching Dead Poets Society, and hanging on Robin Williams’ every word as he encouraged his students to “Carpe diem. Seize the day. Make your lives extraordinary.” Fast forward to my thirties, and suddenly everyone was shouting “YOLO”—you only live once. But honestly, it’s true. We get one go-around. Why waste it?
Particularly after losing Matt – someone who truly impacted so many and lived life to its fullest – I realized how fleeting life can be. His death taught me something that movie quotes and inspo slang never could: Life goes on, whether you’re ready or not. It keeps spinning, even if you’re sad, anxious or deep in grief. I can’t let my emotions slam the brakes on living—and that’s the lesson I want my kids to see in action, not just hear about.
Sometimes, the only way to heal is to push yourself into new experiences, to believe that the world has more to offer than pain or fear. That’s what I’m chasing now. So, while plenty of people cringe at the idea of turning 50, I’m not one of them. I’m charging into the next year, candles blazing, grateful and ready. Bring it on, big 5-0—you’ve got nothing on me.
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