Happy Birthday To Me?

(TW: In this post, I mention losing a sibling. Please proceed with that in mind.)

Hello Friends,

It’s my birthday month, and for a long time, I didn’t know how to celebrate it—at least not in a way that felt joyful. My younger sister tragically passed away two days before my second birthday, and from that point on, the end of March in our home was wrapped in a blanket of sadness. Year after year, I felt the weight of what was missing, wondering how life might have been different. Instead of celebrating, I focused on getting through it, barely acknowledging my own milestone.

But healing often means reclaiming—places, traditions, even birthdays. About a decade ago, I decided to reclaim mine. I borrowed a friend’s home, gathered the people I love, and filled the space with music, warmth, and connection. There we were, a fire crackling in the stone fireplace, the ocean just beyond the back door, singing together as my friend played my favorite song on the piano. That night, "Operation Reclaim My Birthday" took root, and I’ve only expanded on it since.

A huge part of that reclamation has been shifting my mindset around aging. Every year is a gift, and I’m determined to make the most of it. I feel more at home in my body than ever before, and I’m embracing each stage of life with gratitude and curiosity. If you want to hear more about my thoughts on aging and making the most of every day, check out my latest episode of Make Discomfort Your Btch.*

Here’s to celebrating life—fully, unapologetically, and on our own terms.

xoxo,
Cher