Another year, another birthday, and honestly, I get anxious just thinking about it. I would prefer celebrating everyone else’s birthday over mine. I can’t explain. I’m a Leo; don’t we thrive on attention? Or perhaps it’s my expectations. Whatever the reason, I love making others happy.
Age is just a number, but the number is getting larger these days, and yes, my blog is about taking life by the horns and saying, “DO IT!” don’t overthink shit. I’m learning, trying hard not to fall back into bad habits, which isn’t always easy—staying focused on the positive for my new year going forward.
My sons have given me all the love a mother would want on her birthday, taking care that it’s special. I want to think; I raised my sons to be authentic when celebrating, meaning it’s not about the gift but the moment. Don’t get me wrong, I love extravagance (easy to throw money at it), but there’s nothing worse than having someone stress about a gift. Seriously, a little thought into something cheap and cheerful goes a long way with me.
The downer is I’m missing a fantastic man in my life, he would be with me, but he’s not, making that my birthday wish. I guess that’s ok? It’s not. And what about a birthday kiss, a real birthday kiss? You know what I’m talking about.
BUT! Thankfully, I have amazing friends and family to celebrate with, making my day special in every way. Brunches, lunches, dinners, or just a drink or phone call, lights me up. It warms my heart to know that I have so many wonderful people in my life. Did I do this? How did this magic happen? Love to all of you for making me feel so loved!
Lastly, pink wine should be enjoyed with someone special. Just say’n