Suzanne breaks into a chorus of that Leslie Gore hit: It's My Party!
It's my party because it's my birthday!
Well, okay, yesterday, August 29th, was officially my birthday. But I believe we should celebrate our birthdays whenever we choose, wherever we choose, AND we should get to choose how old we are. I've always followed a sage piece of advice someone once gave me: "The key to aging well is to pick one and stick with it."
I'm at that crucial point at the end of a book and still have a few climatic chapters to edit this week, so I've decided to take a rain check for my birthday. At some later date, maybe in September or October, I will declare it my birthday "week." (Trust me, I will milk this for all its worth.)
This means for a whole week --- sometimes longer --- I get to choose what movies we go to and what restaurants we eat at.
It means hanging out at the Lancome counter for an entire morning and buying makeup I don't need.
It definitely means spending a leisurely afternoon with Michael Angelo, my hairstylist, while he does all those lovely things to my golden locks that make me feel like a million bucks.
It means curling up on the sofa with a great cup of tea and reading the first chapter of every book on my mile-high TBR pile.
It means ordering two servings of escargot at my favorite restaurant and calling it my birthday lunch. (I may even have a glass of wine with it . . . in the middle of the day!)
It means chatting on the phone with all of my friends for as long as we want . . . guilt-free since I have one of those unlimited long distance plans.
It means taking a moment or two or three to stop and appreciate all the good things life has to offer. (We get so caught up in the rush and in the sad, the tragic, the endless crises.)
And it means knocking another year off my age, of course.
So, inquiring minds want to know: How do you feel about birthdays? How do you celebrate your birthday? Have you ever taken a rain check? What is the best birthday you've ever celebrated?
Happy Birthday to all of us!
Suzanne
Well, okay, yesterday, August 29th, was officially my birthday. But I believe we should celebrate our birthdays whenever we choose, wherever we choose, AND we should get to choose how old we are. I've always followed a sage piece of advice someone once gave me: "The key to aging well is to pick one and stick with it."
I'm at that crucial point at the end of a book and still have a few climatic chapters to edit this week, so I've decided to take a rain check for my birthday. At some later date, maybe in September or October, I will declare it my birthday "week." (Trust me, I will milk this for all its worth.)
This means for a whole week --- sometimes longer --- I get to choose what movies we go to and what restaurants we eat at.
It means hanging out at the Lancome counter for an entire morning and buying makeup I don't need.
It definitely means spending a leisurely afternoon with Michael Angelo, my hairstylist, while he does all those lovely things to my golden locks that make me feel like a million bucks.
It means curling up on the sofa with a great cup of tea and reading the first chapter of every book on my mile-high TBR pile.
It means ordering two servings of escargot at my favorite restaurant and calling it my birthday lunch. (I may even have a glass of wine with it . . . in the middle of the day!)
It means chatting on the phone with all of my friends for as long as we want . . . guilt-free since I have one of those unlimited long distance plans.
It means taking a moment or two or three to stop and appreciate all the good things life has to offer. (We get so caught up in the rush and in the sad, the tragic, the endless crises.)
And it means knocking another year off my age, of course.
So, inquiring minds want to know: How do you feel about birthdays? How do you celebrate your birthday? Have you ever taken a rain check? What is the best birthday you've ever celebrated?
Happy Birthday to all of us!
Suzanne
posted at 5:33 AM
