A sexy birthday story
It was my birthday. I had no plans — at least no plans that involved other human beings. I had the day off from work as well as the next day off.
My only plan was to celebrate me. To be honest I have to say that I have spent a lot of birthdays in my life alone. These are the birthdays that I have enjoyed the most. My first prerequisite has always been to commune with nature in some way. To celebrate my life I step away from my life and try to get to the very bottom of things; to strip myself of the image I have created for myself — my false self. Nature, for me, has always been the place to go to release everything that is going on in my life and venture into the primal nature of who I really am beneath the facade I live behind on a daily basis. Nothing does this better than nature.
(On this birthday, however, ‘nature’ would take on a whole new meaning.)
I happen to be a nature freak. For years I have tried to connect with nature on a near-daily basis. My nature obsession drastically intensified after a health scare around seven years ago. It was nature that healed me from that scare and ever since it has always been nature that I turn to whenever I am at a crossroads in my life.
