11/05/2024
‘Ello my cherubs! Am soaking up this gorgeous day while walking Dudey. And truth be told...it’s my birthday! I love celebrating anyone’s birthday but my own. The first to faceplant into cakes or blow up balloons for others, but when it comes to my day, I get immensely uncomfortable. That lingering little girl fear of “what if I throw a party and no one shows?” is VERY real. Maybe it is the fear of feeling selfish or entitled that makes my tummy turn… whatever it is.. I hide. Birthdays are weird that way - they are such specific milestones that resurface all the “where I thought I’d be” memories year after year.
At 41, I can’t say I’m where I pictured. Is anyone, really? When I was younger, I assumed kids, a partner, a more stable life path. But my journey has zigzagged. And I find myself in this total rebirth phase - rediscovering myself after career swings and still seeking that forever support. I’m scared this new direction might not work out, but sitting with regrets sounds worse. This child-free life gives me a chance to explore and spread joy, even if not with my own brood. It can get lonely, but something inside insists I keep going, keep trying to make a positive impact wherever I can.
I was cleaning my kitchen this morning (rock n roll baby!) maybe shedding a few tears into them soapy suds, when the bing b**g of the doorbell went. Someone dear sent a beautiful bouquet. An instant reminder not to dilly dally - to ask for what I need. That wise friend was right: “If you don’t ask, you don’t get.” So no more wallflowering for me! I’m going to start inviting myself in. I’ve got good things to offer, and who doesn’t need more joy? No one can do that alone.
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(It’s a proper birthday wangathon!)