Confession: I love my birthday. It's like a personal holiday, when everyone has to be nice to me. ;) It's an excuse to be in a good mood, to feel a little bit special.
My friend Amanda (whom I've known since first grade) inspired my birthday philosophy several years back: I try to make it a day of indulgence. This often means going shopping and buying something at retail price. Or in the case of this year, buying long-sleeve T-shirts on "sale" at two for $20 each (regular price $28). Normally I balk at such so-called bargains, but on my birthday, bring it on! I also bought a trendy wool sweater and some wool trousers, both of which I will have to dry-clean. Ugh! (But, yay, I love them.)
This past birthday was the first in years that I've worked. Since graduating from college, I've either had the day off or taken a holiday -- even if it landed in the middle of the week. I loathed the idea of working on my day. But this year, the combination of 1) finally being on a day shift, 2) having New Year's Day off three days earlier and 2) *gulp* getting older made working an easy decision. Plus some of my co-workers surprised me by decorating my desk! Check it out:
There was also pizza at work, then my boss let me go early. Neil took me out to a nice dinner, and we were home early enough to spend quality time with the cat. All in all, a happy day.
Oh, and as for my age. I'll defer to Amanda for that, too:
... now that you're officially in your 30s, i.e., 30 +1, you no longer have an "I'm in my 20s so I don't know any better" excuses going for you. ... 30 is just a one-year period to adjust to this idea.
Crap.
4 comments:
Yay for the return of the Wu! And I understand the age pain. Why don't you do what I do and just start saying "I'm older. That's all you need to know" when people ask on your birthday? :)
I don't mind getting older as much as I lament so many other people being younger than me. I mean, really.
Hope you had a happy day! Your desk looks so festive.
Holler when you're ready for pho!
--Doris.
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