Yes. Yesterday was my birthday. I didn’t do anything special, really, vacuumed and rested since I was really feeling sick. I don’t know if it’s the age thing or what, but I felt nauseous all day almost.
I’m a little embarrassed to admit this, but on Sunday night when I went to bed, this strange thought came to mind: would remember it was my birthday… I know it’s vain, or self-centred or whatever else you want to call it, but I felt like crap and my mind went there. Sad, I know.
While talking with a good friend, she made me realised that I often do stuff for others. I do it because I want to and because it brings me joy, so yes, I’m selfish. (I admit it.) At the same time, I’m not looking for recognition as such; I do whatever I do, by choice. Sunday night I felt vulnerable, crappy, or maybe even menstrual (if I had a cycle still…) and I wanted to be loved or at least feel some love.
I’ve received a bunch of birthday cards, phone calls, lots of wishes through Kaceboof, which touched me, even if it was just a quick “Happy Birthday”.
I appreciated the fact that some people with whom I don’t exchange often even took the time to drop me a line. It felt good!
Thank you guys so much, for all your good wishes. I needed that. It felt good to be on the receiving end this time... Thanks again!