Let me preface this post by saying that generally, I am not a fan of birthdays. Rather, I’m not generally a fan of MY birthday. Too many times over the years, I have had a less-than-pleasing birthday experiences (no, I won't go into detail) and I long ago "threw in the towel" on ever hoping to have a drama-free, tragedy-free, simplistic FUN all-about-me kind of birthday. Some people get those, some do not. I am one of the "nots" and am pretty okay with it, since birthdays typically feel like any other day for me. I'm okay with having just a so-so day, and not necessarily a fabulously extravagant one.
However...
I woke up last week determined to feel differently. As I just said, being someone who isn’t normally huge on self-celebrations, I had long since decided not to let life’s unexpected disasters of the past feel like personal finger-points from Who Knows Who. I’m just one person. I’m a mere cog in the machine of life. Basically, I just felt like I needed to suck it up and deal. Just because certain bad events seemed to consistently happen at the end of June meant really nothing in the grand scheme of things. This time…my birthday was gonna kick arse.
AND IT SO DID. First off...
Husband made. me. a. cake. He has never baked a cake...ever...and opted to give it a shot for me. I was not totally aware that he would do this. It had been joked about earlier in the weekend, but that's all I thought it would amount to. A joke. The next thing I know, on the night before my birthday, the lights in the living room dim and he asks me to pause a movie we'd been watching, and he then begins to sing!
I was floored. The cake was delicious. I love him so!
Monday was my actual birthday. I received a GREAT pair of boxing gloves from my boss and an awesome, gonna be a favorite, book called "Eat This, Not That: Supermarket Survival Guide." AWESOME! My office also took me out for lunch to eat Mexican, yumm-o. Then, after work, husband and I met to have dinner. It was also YUMMY and provided lunch-leftovers for the next day. A double win! :)
As the day ended, I felt very content that it had gone well. No disasters. No tears. No memories that will never go away. Just a quiet, simple, fun birthday.
Oh...and it ended with this on my front porch from mama, daddy and brother:
Year 25 has started off very nicely. I look forward to the rest of it and many more GOOD birthdays to come!
Keep your eyes out for more posts. They may be few and far between at times, but after all, the point of all of this is to GET INSPIRED.
Operation Inspiration is well underway!
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