The One Perk of Having a January Birthday

When I was younger, I had a profound dislike for my birthday. Being born in the dead of winter really limits the amount of pool parties and bounce houses you can have, leaving me with a lot of bowling alleys, MacDonald’s, and the occasional ‘let’s all stay inside and stay warm’ parties. Also, it was just far enough into the month to miss Christmas vacation, yet close enough to Christmas that I often got looked over. True, it could have been much worse (all you late December birthdays, I feel your pain), but as a kid, I could take it or leave it.

But as I got older, and birthday parties started to lose their place as the highest form of social entertainment, I grew a bit more fond of my birthday. January was a pretty decent month, quietly leading the year like some some old dependable sled dog, leading his team through the thick snow. Plus it had the whole New Year’s thing going on, which I absolutely love. It’s the one month that nearly every other person you meet is trying to be better in some way. I too like to join the New Year’s Resolution optimism from time to time, and that’s where my birthday became my best friend.

Having a birthday just nine days into the new year gave me a trial run of sorts. I could make whatever resolution I wanted, see if it would stick for nine days, and then hit the reset button on my birthday if it didn’t pan out. A year’s a year right? If my goal went well, it was my New Year’s Resolution; if it flopped, I could just try again for my 20th Year Resolution or however old I was at the time. Yes, it’s kind of cheating, but shush. Shhhhhuuuusssshhh.

Which leads me here, to my birthday, the ninth of January. See, my New Year’s Resolution for 2016 is a bit vague. Instead of picking one thing, like Read More Books, or Eat Better, I’ve picked a tiny little phrase to aspire to…

Be More.

There’s a lot of things I want to be more of this year. I want to be more healthy. I want to be more social. I want to be more creative. I want to be more family-oriented. I really learned a lot about myself during the Hermit Year of 2015, and now I just want to be more of that person. “Be More” inspires me, whenever I’m feeling wishy-washy, shy, or just plain lazy. I know I can be more than all of that.

And that’s where the one perk of my January birthday comes in. Since we went home to Indiana for eighteen days for the holidays, and we didn’t get back until January 4th, and I didn’t get some semblance of sanity back from the trip until just the other day, I’m starting it now. For this 28th year of my life, I will be more of myself.

And just in case that doesn’t pan out, I’ve always got my husband’s birthday (Jan. 29), Groundhog’s Day (Feb. 2), and the Chinese New Year (Feb. 8) as backup redo’s. Y’know, just in case.

-Christine B.