I am a product of New England, the 1990s, and my parents. I find it hard to do the same thing every day, all day, and instead, I’d rather stretch myself in all different directions. Here is where I’d say I enjoy sailing and rock climbing and traveling, and while I do enjoy travel, the first two are still on my to-do list.
But why the title? Broke on My Birthday?
Partly because I thought it was funny. Last year, the day I turned 23, I had almost no money.
Even more than that, though, I think the phrase sums up what I’ve been thinking a lot about: pain and sadness coexist with blessings and beauty.
I was broke but it was my birthday. I had no money (not literally, I suppose, but I certainly didn’t have any extra), but I had been given a whole other year to live. To breathe. To experience.
So, that’s why.
Check out my first post to learn a little more about the fairy tale.