It’s not actually today, but it is in October, and that’s close enough to count.

I am NOT one of those people who will get mad at you for missing my birthday. Firstly, because I’m willing to accept well wishes at any time! But mostly, because I find no shame in looking forward to and announcing it.
It’s not about gifts, really!
It’s not about accolades, I swear!
It’s not about my expectations or need for validation, I promise!
I celebrate my birthday because EVERY single year I am grateful to have one.

My mom died when she was 26. Much too young to have a nine-year-old. Mucher too young to die.
(Okay, that’s not technically a word, but I believe it successfully gets the point across.)

So, yeah, I acknowledge my birthday. I will gladly acknowledge yours, too. Unless you’re one of those people that holds out on sharing the information. If you are, I wonder–do you do it in hopes folks will remember? Or in hopes they won’t? Either way, seems like an unnecessary test, and who needs that kind of stress when they could be celebrating?

I love my birthday and I am perfectly prepared, willing, and able to honor it myself. I don’t need others to observe, recognize, or commemorate it.

But if you do care to join me, the official day is October 8th.
No party, no presents, no RSVP necessary, but feel free to treat yourself in my honor. Be generous, it’s going to be a great year.

For my birthday, perhaps you deserve the reward of a good book? Why not purchase a download or paperback copy of my new novella, School Spirit?

Gratuitous plug? Sure. But hey, seems like a win-win way to celebrate!