So usually every year on my birthday, I spend as long as I can in bed--(because we all know the day doesn't start, and it doesn't count as your birthday, until you admit it & get 'out' of bed). I usually love birthdays. Everyone else's to be exact, & I'm not the biggest fan of admitting I'm another year older. Not since I was like 19. (Which here is the legal drinking age, so I was definitely up for that one)! ANYWAYS, this year was the first year I got up early, my H brought me presents in bed, (always a good start), & I don't feel the need to be depressed until noon OR until that first glass of birthday wine, which can't happen until after work anyways. I think this year, of all years, I just feel like I'm exactly where I want to be! (Not to say I'm not looking forward to dinner, & *drinks* tonight)!
Happy Monday!
*J