Happy Birthday…Where’s my Gift?

The anniversary of my life has come again. Happy birthday to Me!

photo courtesy of freedigitalphotos.net Stuart Miles

photo courtesy of freedigitalphotos.net
Stuart Miles

Do you remember how awesome birthdays were when we were kids? If you don’t, Just ask a child about his birthday and watch the magic in his eyes. My kindergarten girl just had a conversation with me about her birthday. It went something like this:

Mom, why do people have to work on my birthday?
Hon, it’s because your birthday is during the week and that is when most people work.
But Mom, shouldn’t we have the day off? It is a holiday, right?

That’s how special birthdays are to my child…she thinks the whole world celebrates her day because in my house we make birthdays a big deal. Except for mine. My loved ones reap the benefit of my tendency to overdo things, but I draw the line at overdoing my own festivities so I’ve had to do the mom thing and grin through cheesy antics, no decorations,  and less than impressive homemade giftings. I’m not ungrateful though; just poking fun at the  situation.  And being honest. That’s what happens to moms but the love is always there. Always.

And in all truthfulness, as my kids get older (and as I get more needy and whiny) my family has risen to the challenge to make my day just as grand as I help make theirs. Hubby has even stepped up the gift giving with amazingly thoughtful gifts, which is quite frankly my favorite part of the festivities. So favorite, in fact, that I have decided to finally give myself a gift this year.

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Image curtesy of master isolated images/freedigitalphotos.net

I am starting a new tradition and investing in this “happy birthday to me” by giving myself…PERMISSION.

PERMISSION is a gift that lots of us could unwrap in our lives. What excuses have you used to keep yourself bound up, locked in, or just plain stuck in the ruts of your life? Routines that, albeit safe, keep your heart in a state of dissatisfaction. If only you took that chance, found the courage to take that step, gave yourself PERMISSION to dream, to hope, to aspire, to set in motion the gifts that are found in you…what life awaits you? Will you give yourself permission to find out?

This birthday year, I give myself PERMISSION. God has given me gifts and dreams…of which you are a part. And I am giving myself PERMISSION to step towards them. I will make time for myself. I will take the more difficult but most successful road. I will stop watching and comparing myself with everyone else and investing regularly in myself. As I open up my gift, would you share it with me? I will be sharing my journey as it unfolds, laying a foundation for success and living life as it develops. We will continue to search out authenticity, face fears, and no matter what else learn to take whatever life dishes and still remain…

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JUST PEACHIE

Thanks for sharing this day with me. Want to make my birthday even better? Would you please share this post with everyone you know? There may be some cake in it for you (you’d have to buy it for yourself as and then you can eat it…but I give you permission to do so!)

This Week’s Just Desserts: Let me eat birthday cake!

Let me eat cake!

This post greets me near my next birthday and that means…BIRTHDAY CAKE!

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Image courtesy of Idea go/freedigitalphotos.com

My birthday is one of my favorite holidays (yes I said holiday and yes you should be able to stay home from work) because I really enjoy eating cake. As a matter of fact, when I became an official adult my rite of passage was to devour cake for breakfast. That’s right! My birthday, my rules! My birthday is the only day in the year set aside where:

  • I celebrate another milestone that is my life
  • I eat cake first at every meal
  • I become the object of celebration for anyone touched by my life

See why I enjoy them? But does anyone else see the problem here? I’ll give you a hint. It has to do with the word one.

Why do I celebrate life only ONE day?

I mean, we are alive each one of those  365 days in that year, right? I believe a quirky character with a need for good counseling and a hat fetish had it right when he partied for every happy un-birthday. Why are birthdays the only time I celebrate life when in reality each day is a gift (like the quote says, “that’s why it’s called the present”.)

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Image courtesy of master isolated images/freedigitalphotos.net

At least that’s what the clingy stuck to my wall says. I wake up to that saying each morning, but I do not live like it. Do you? Aren’t you worth celebrating?  How do we stop talking about living life to the fullest and actually start living it?

I'm glad you asked!

Let’s start by eating CAKE.

C–Choose to Celebrate each day by giving thanks.

A heart full of gratitude can make even the worst day a bit better. Someone, somewhere has it far worse than you. Thankfulness doesn’t change our situations, but it doesn’t hurt either.

A–Ask yourself how you can make this day memorable.

Every birthday, my mom stayed up late or got up early to make sure our birthday banners, balloons, and posters were plastered everywhere the minute we cracked open our eyes. That memory stays with me reminding me how I was special to someone, and now I do the same for my children and my husband.

K–Keep a theme song handy.

No, I’m not kidding. Birthdays, and most celebrations if you think about it, carry a tune with them. I enjoy going to a restaurant and hearing underpaid, overworked people wearily slur, I mean, sing to me, “Happy, happy birthday from all of us to you. We wish it was our birthday, so we could party, too!”  Theme songs make everything more celebratory. You don’t have to go around singing it but having a tune in your heart helps keep you positive and on the lookout for good things to happen. And a cheerful heart does your body good. Even the most ordinary day can surprise you with an extraordinary event so be on the lookout for it. And if it doesn’t come today, then maybe…”Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow…” (I bet you finished singing that in your head didn’t you! Good theme song.)

E–EAT CAKE!

Don’t drop your diets or blame your next ten pounds on me, trust me baby #5 left enough jiggling poundage behind for ME {N} U. But take a moment in your day to treat yourself. Your “cake” may be a run in the park (which is fine, but please don’t look down on us cake eaters and we won’t trip you). Your “cake” may be..well…actual cake! Whatever it is, enjoy it and gather someone else around to enjoy it with you.

Birthday Cake was never meant to be eaten alone.

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Image courtesy of stuart miles/freedigitalphotos.net

Birthday celebrations are always better surrounded by friends and loved ones. Maybe those surrounding you are not ideal, but they are in your life, quite possibly for a good reason. Find ways to bring more CAKE into your life and find good quality people with whom you can share.

You were created on purpose, for a purpose, so celebrate today…and every day!

image curtesy of stuart miles/freedigitalimages.net

image courtesy of stuart miles/freedigitalimages.net

God made you on purpose. Your life was not a mistake and neither was mine. Every breath we take gives  us one more chance to see and do something no one else can do because there is no other you and there is no other me. We can not ever be duplicated to the exact same person. And YOU and I have something to offer this world. Our birthdays and unbirthdays are events excellent enough to celebrate so eat that cake up!  And save me a slice!

A Very Happy Unbirthday to ME {N} U,

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