OK so that's not how the song goes and in my time zone I'm still officially two hours away from it being my birthday but I'm also officially one very large and VERY strong martini into celebrating it (and I'm a total lightweight/cheap date these days) so that was just enough courage-in-a-bottle to get online and say HEY it's my birthday!!!! Or at least it's my birthday in Greenland or somewhere like that. Hee.
I've never in my life worked on my birthday. It's the one day, even in the worst, lowest, and most low self-esteem times in my life, where I stopped the world and said "hey, this one day is all about ME, even if I'm the only one who thinks so, and even if I uually don't think I deserve that type of focus." (Obviously right now I'm totally ok with that kid of focus LOL). Usually I spend the day by myself (definitely by choice, being the introvert that I am), sleep in, go buy or check out a good book, take myself out for a nice lunch, take a walk on the beach or to a museum or shopping, then get myself dolled up and go have a nice dinner out with my honey. Tomorrow Von has taken off work so we get to be lazy slugs together during my all-about-me day!!
And in case you're wondering, I'm :::gulp::: two years shy of my half-century mark. But I'm ok with that. No, really I am. Seriously, I've earned every year. Aging doesn't bother me at all. Really. And the stuff that goes with it, the loss of vision, the sags and bags, the menopause and its insomnia and mood swings and hot flashes, hey that's all a natural part of life. That's what I really feel about it. No, really!
:::heading off to fix myself another martooni:::