Of the twelve months of the year, the most significant to me is the month of June. I was born on the last day of this month. I have no idea how other people regard their birth months. As for me, from the first day of June I go through tumultuous emotions. Sometimes it is agitation, at times appreciation, self doubt, satisfaction etc. I get a feeling that I am being reborn and given a new lease of life.

It was not always like this. From as far back as I can remember there was always someone speaking words that made me doubt myself. If it wasnt for the weight, it was my height, or how slowly I spoke, how I wasnt good enough at this or that. For years I wondered why it seemed like I was different from everyone else. For a good part of my life, I thought life was just miserable and one was better off dead. My only consolation was the good grades I got at school. I was an introvert, I still am so I had to figure out solutions on my own.

I am glad to say with age, I get better at this game of life. June is the month I express gratitude to God for my life, for my perfect imperfections, for my gifts, for the people around me, my little achievements. It is the time I cut my losses and count my blessings. It is a season of introspection; the time to ask where to from here. Through this, I have learnt to appreciate the value God bestowed on me, as different as I am.

Yes, June is sacred! I was born in June and I am special.