Like clockwork the birthday blues began to descend on me early last week. I started to feel the dread and bitterness every time someone mentioned my birthday. My boyfriend mentioned that maybe I should talk to my therapist to see what could be causing me to think like this.
So I did. She helped me realize that I should simply be celebrating my life, not my age. That my birthday will only be great if I make my own wishes come true and anything anyone does after that is just gravy.
I had to work A LOT on Thursday morning. Back to back client calls for 4 hours. After that I rewarded myself with a one hour massage courtesy of a gift certificate my boyfriend got me for Mother's Day. Then I spent the rest of my evening with Princess D and my parents. What they did for me wasn't gravy, but exactly what I wanted ...
It was a good birthday ... the best one I have had in a long time ... and the last time I ever have the birthday blues!