|image from Vintage Rose Girl|
It is my birthday, smack dab in the middle of NIAW...
I use to feel miffed that it fell on "secretary's day" but
I think being reminded of being infertile all week might trump it.
Anyways, there has been enough thick emotional sludge to drag myself through in these last two weeks that I decided that yesterday was the perfect day to start the party.
I sat and had a pity party yesterday afternoon...and then by the early evening I had blown off
enough sorrow to re-focus on some art and my submission to "the way I see it" exhibit over at
I arrived at work this morning, convinced it would be just another day, and my little brother surprised
me and had gotten up early and made me cookies.
They were even warm when he haded them to me.
I am feeling very loved
May this be the start of a wonderful birthday week!
(after the age of 30 you get to celebrate your birthday for a longer time each year,
didn't you know that? )
Happy Birthday to me