Today, January 30, is/was my birthday. I can’t say I was expecting much, as 37 is an odd and relatively insignificant number. But sometimes the best birthdays are those for which you have few expectations.
I honestly wasn’t thinking much about my big day this year. My SBBFF celebrated her 40th on Friday — which is a huge deal (right?!), so I was thinking much more about her special day than my own. It also got me thinking about seeing myself turn 40 in three years, what that means to me, and what things I want to have accomplished by that time. Yes, I’ve been doing some heavy thinking lately about just about everything and those thoughts have taken me up, down and sideways. The only thing I haven’t been thinking about is celebrating 37.
But I’m blessed to have friends and family who somehow always make me feel like a princess on my special day, even when I’m feeling more like an old toad. Cakes, cards, gifts, meals, phone calls, Facebook posts, hugs, kisses. I really am spoiled.
And then there are the little things that catch you completely off guard — like having your compañeras surprise you with bomb cream puffs and a chorus of Happy Birthday after a siguiriyas workout.
Happy Birthday to me, indeed.