Happy Birthday to Me

​I spent too many birthdays feeling disappointed because I was either single and in the “woe is me phase of life” or dating someone who just didn’t care to do anything special.

One day I decided I was behaving like an insane person so I declared, “No more! From now on, I’m going to schedule things that bring me joy and I’m going to celebrate my damn self.”

Guess what happened?

Every birthday from that point forward was amazing and fun and special. There is no replacement for the love we give to ourselves. The day you start celebrating YOU is the day your life will change (forever).

We had the best weekend and it was so much fun celebrating with my girl because she’s all about the birthday. Mostly because she knows it means a lot of indulging (lol). We don't play. 

It was also a hard weekend. A lot of stuff came up for me. That’s the thing about anger, resentment, guilt, shame, and grief. They are deeply imbedded into our psyche, our fascia, and even our genetics.

These emotions are not linear and there’s no time limit. They don’t ask for permission. They just show up like an uninvited guest and expect you to take them in. Rude, right?

It’s okay, though. I’ve learned to hold these emotions with a deep love and reverence. All while digging into a decadent flourless chocolate cake. Good times!

The moral of the story, do not be the victim. Stop being disappointed that someone is not celebrating you. Celebrate yourself. I mean it. Do not deny yourself the pleasure of self-love. It’s the best. 

Xx -
BeAnne

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