I love my birthday!


Just last Saturday I turned 45!  I love my birthday much like I did when I was a little girl, but for very different reasons.  As a child, I was excited about receiving tangible gifts from family and friends.  Now, it is much different.  I find my heart and soul beaming all day long.  To proudly say, “It’s my birthday!”  Saying that awakens an inner joy I usually keep under wraps on a regular basis.  People always say, “Happy Birthday!”  It is a moment where we really see one another.  There is a mini celebration in all of us on our day!  I love to learn of someone’s birthday, and have the opportunity to wish them a special day.  Honestly, I want to wish everyone a great day every day.  Actually, I do try to bring joy to every interaction possible.

My most favorite thing to receive on my birthday is phone calls.  I receive them from the people who love me dearly who live near and far away.  I receive cards and meaningful gifts that touch my soul too.  Yet to hear a voice from someone who truly sees me reminds me that I matter in a way that spreads a smile across my face all day.

Technology allows even more connection, and I love that too.  It may only be a quick text or a message on FB.  Every one of those brightens my day.  I feel witnessed.  Not for doing something amazing, but for just being here.  I love to laugh with my brothers on the phone, yet somehow on my birthday it is just a bit extra special.  Maybe it is egocentric of me, yet I turn around and send so much love out into the world.  It is a time when I feel worthy, valued, and loved.  Other times of the year, I forget, as I am sure many of us do.   I remembered how lucky I am to be alive, healthy, and loved.  Today I allow myself to be fully me in all of my quirky ways.  I let my freak flag fly freely on my birthday.   This year I was delightfully gifted with many acts of kindness and selfless giving that brought joyful tears to my eyes most of the weekend.

This birthday number is significant as it shows me how the idea of old has greatly changed since I was 6.  My parents were 35 years old the year I was born.  By today’s standards that is young.  Yet back in 1972 the majority of parents of my friends were significantly younger than 35.  I remember looking around at the parents of my friends and thinking my parents were Old by the time I was 6.  My mom would have been 41 at the time, and was starting to grey.  Much like I have in my 40s, I really don’t care to color my hair that often.  I have reached a point that I will color it when I want to for me, not to appear younger for other people’s comfort.  Anyway, in my youthful wisdom I deducted from the age of other parents that my parents would be dead by the time I was 10.  That would put them at the ripe old age of 45, which is how old they are in the featured picture of this blog.  I have to say as I went to bed on the last day of my 44th year I wondered if I’d wake up at 45.  Delightfully, I woke up alive and well!  I am happy to announce that my parents are still alive and living well past the age of 45!

I hope to live this year as every day is a gift of life, because my 6 year old self thought my parents would be in heaven at this age.


Kristin Springfield
Heavenly living after 45
Birthday Girl


Full circle


22 years ago I made a decision.  It was a significant adult decision; to take a job that required me to move to a brand new place.  The plan was to stay there for 5 years at the most.  Remember, God laughs when we make plans.  Life happened to me and many other significant decisions were made that left me in that same town.  Those 22 years are exactly half of my life on this planet, with most of them being in the “grown up“ years.

When I returned from my Tree Hugging Tour another significant and surprising decision was made.  I wanted to stay.  For many years I had grown tired and disgruntled with aspects of my life.  Some of that blame was put on the town.  After shedding much emotional baggage, taking a work sabbatical for 7 months, and finally listening to what my heart was saying, my decision was easy.  I remade my home here again differently this time.  Life is no longer happening to me.  I make peace and joy alive in my heart and soul, then life shows up for me to join in with awareness.  It is so much more fun now.

That job accepted 22 years ago was at the local hospital.  Then as a new graduate Occupational Therapist, I was ready to take on the world and make a difference.  Many friends were made in the 11 years of employment there, yet believed I was long forgotten by now.  I love it when I am wrong.  In the world of therapy there is always a need for an extra set of hands in order to care for all the patients when needed, it is called PRN help.  With how I designed my new life in this small town, I now have time to offer that PRN help. I walked into Human Resources a few weeks ago to join the team again.  I was delightfully greeted with joy and gratitude while offered hugs to welcome me home.  Tears found their way to the surface.

Today was orientation.  It is the same and yet so different.  Peers from the past are now leaders.  I celebrate their advancements!  I received my badge today and was taken aback on the picture in comparison to my picture 22 years ago.  I am the same person yet so different.  I still want to make an impact, yet in a very different way this time.  Offering support and a helping hand while bringing a smile to someone’s face feeds my soul!  I am fortunate to have a license that allows me to do that within the same place my early significant decision leads me to.

It is good to be home in a brand new way.

Kristin Springfield