I get disillusioned with people a lot. (It probably has a lot to do with how often I ride public transit.) But I am feeling all sorts of happiness towards humanity. Because I had a wonderful birthday for the first time in ages.
Once upon a time, my good birthdays were my own responsibility. I would run away from everyone and take myself to a movie and get myself a book and sit myself down for a delicious lunch. As good as those days were, they were also lonely.
And in the frenzy of family and the holidays, it’s tended to get a little lost in the shuffle. (Or a lot.)
But this year I had a wonderful week, a full week, lots of work, lots of fun, a general delight.
I was lucky enough to run a Blogging Workshop at the Massachusetts Conference for Women. It was a great conference and getting to be a part of it was thrilling. I love teaching as a rule, and I loved getting to talk to so many women about how to leverage their online presence. Can I do it every year? Please?
After that lovely day, my lovely friends and I met up for drinks after the Conference. And this happened:
It’s the little things. My people are there and they’re looking out for me. It makes me happy.
What did I do on my actual birthday?
I gave myself a pretty fantastic present. You’re going to be jealous.
I took a nap.