I’m an Aries. But I was supposed to be a Pisces. The thing was, according to my Mom, I wasn’t ready to come out into the world yet. I guess I’m just stubborn like that.
In honor of being stubborn, for many years now, I have refused to work on my birthday. This is my national holiday. So I took the day off. You might wonder: what fun stuff does she planned? Glad you asked.
My day off starts with asking Hubs to go out and grab the paper (I usually get it on Thursday mornings. Routines, anyone?). Then I liesurely read the paper, sip my Tazo Awake tea and eat a breakfast of greek yogurt with minced banana and dates folded in then sprinkled with cinnamon and unsweetened cocoa and topped with strawberries. From there I’ll putz around a bit (write a post) and eventually pull on my running duds and go jog around my ‘hood. After lunch (likely a baked sweet potato with tahini, veggies and an apple), I’ll meet up with my good friend G and her baby A for a couple of hours of shopping and talking. Probably mostly yakking but we’ll see.
Then I’ll come home by way of a grocery store (one of my favorite places to go) and pick up a few things (or just look). At some point I’ll talk to my parents and we’ll go through our usual dance. Mom: do you remember where you were on this day 35 years ago? Me: not really. Mom: you didn’t want to come out (laughter) but when you finally did, Dad and I were so happy. Dad: Happy Birthday, sweetie. Me: I love you guys. My parents are totally cute and I definitely still feel like their little girl. Not so much the married for over a decade mid-30 year-old woman that I really am.
Then it’s time to get ready for my date with my husband. He’s taking me to a dance program that I’ve been excited about since reading about it in the paper several months ago.
We may go out to dinner but I wouldn’t put it past me to request a homemade grilled cheese sandwich before we leave instead of doing the more traditional, let’s find a restaurant, kind of dinner. Maybe there will be some Yogurtland involved at some point.
For me, this is a pretty great day off. I think as I get older, I prefer the simpler things to the extravagent. Spending time with people I love (and including some time to myself) and a little grocery shopping is perfect for my national holiday.
What do you love to do on your birthday? And fess up: how old do you really feel?