*Happy Belated birthday Sappho, I hope you had a wonderful one*
Ok so I wrote this one on my birthday - almost 2 months ago - but it's still true.
Thank you Lord for 26 years!!
I had a great day. My unit sang us Happy Birthday (another student and teacher had their birthday this week) and another teacher made a smashing chocolate cake.
All sorts of people remembered and called or wrote.
And I had a revelation this morning which made the day good.
(*Disclaimer* This revelation is an eyeopener. Do not continue reading if you still believe in Santa Clause, the Tooth Fairy or other magical occurrences)
Today I realised that my birthday is just an ordinary day.
I usually think of it as a magical day, full of wonder and pleasant surprises. A day when I have a special glow and am entitled to every special treatment: Breakfast in bed, flowers delivered to my door, a candle light dinner, a huge cake specially marked and at least 3 wonderful renditions of the Birthday song. And most importantly, all my friends and close family must remember to call, and if they don't I have every right to be upset.
Needless to say- I've had a lot of crushingly disappointing birthdays.
But today - after my paradigm shift I realised that it is just an ordinary day. Don't get me wrong: it's still the best day of the year and should be declared a national holiday (obviously). But if you have stuff going on and forgot, or if you haven't highlighted the day on all your calenders, I shouldn't take it personally. I can have a great day pleasant surprises or no.
And a great day was certainly had.
heart, Tulip
