Thirty Something

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My birthday is less than a week away, which means extreme birthday fun is less than a week away.

I love celebrating birthdays, whether it be mine or someone else’s. Can we all agree that birthday cake and balloons are happy no matter who the party is for? I may demand that birthday cake and balloons make an appearance at my funeral, just to cheer up a few folks. (I’m also insisting that Cat Stevens’ ‘Sing Out’ be played.)

But enough about death, this post is about how to celebrate.

I love surprises. Seriously. Good, unexpected, just for the hell of it surprises. But, as I’ve grown older, I’ve realized that not everyone wants to surprise others with dark chocolate, flowers, red wine, music, parties & dancing. You can’t spend your life wishing that someone else would surprise you. It’s like expecting others to put your plate away after dinner. If it happens, great! You can move your happy ass into the living room and relax. If it doesn’t, stop sulking, get up, and put the damn dish away!

Don’t spend your life waiting on others to knock your socks off.


Take your own socks off and dance.

So, going along with this theory, I started planning my own birthday fun. Not every year, but every other year. Because, sometimes it’s nice to have a low key party and other years you want to be surrounded by the beautiful people who have graced your life.

This is not a jab at the hubby. He planned the most surprising surprise party when we were in college… complete with a cookie cake that caught my hair on fire. You can’t really top that.

No, this is me telling you to make your own fun. Don’t get bummed out because someone close to you forgot your birthday and you remembered theirs. That’s self-indulgent and obnoxious. Stop it. Snap out of it and go make your day what it should be.

Your birthday party should mimic your life. At the end of both, if you can’t turn around and re-live the majority of it with a smile, you’ve only got yourself to blame.

That being said – pace yourselves, people. Life should be more martini and less tequila shot.

Here’s to a new year of enjoying every last drop. 😉



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