October steps in like a queen—
gold-threaded, bold, and a little mean
to all doubts, fears, and yesterday’s regrets.
She winks, she whispers,
“Darling, you’re overdue for delight.”
I rise with her,
stretching my confidence like silk
across every shoulder, every thought,
every corner of my unruly, brilliant mind.
Love is my armor, joy my crown,
And yes—I wear them with sass.
Abundance tiptoes in,
carrying bouquets of wealth,
laughing at my old scarcity habits,
and my wallet smiles back
like it’s finally met its soulmate.
I celebrate—not just the calendar day,
but every breath, every heartbeat,
every perfectly imperfect, scandalously glorious The
moment I get to call mine.
Happy Birthday, darling me,
again, and again,
Because why wait for permission?
Renewal curls in the corners of my eyes,
dances in the cadence of my laughter,
and even taps my shoulder with gentle nudges
that say,
“You’ve got this, gorgeous, and yes, you deserve it all.”
So October, my sacred mischief-maker,
let us drink deeply of your light,
turn up the music,
and remind the world—
I return, I rise,
I am unstoppable,
And yes, I do take birthday cake
for breakfast–
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