Because for me, birthdays aren't just a party — they’re a checkpoint. A moment to pause (you know I was gonna say it), breathe, and pivot. It’s the one day a year where I give myself full permission to ask the big questions. Not the “Where should I brunch?” kind of questions (although very important), but more like:

• How have I grown this year?

• What old stories am I still believing about myself?

• Where does my inner child need a hug — or maybe a juice box and a nap?

Yep. We’re going there. Welcome to my annual birthday meltdown/inventory/self-hug ritual.