I turned 28 last week. I went into this birthday wanting nothing to do with it. I felt exhausted and generally frustrated and angry with the world and my life. I made birthday party plans begrudgingly, and when people got excited for me, all I could muster was a shoulder shrug and a "meh."
What had happened to me? I was a certifiable birthday whore... telling everyone I met (or those that came within earshot of me), getting excited like a 5-year old about my "big day," asking everyone what they were going to get me (even if I knew they would never buy me a present, and on and on. But this year I felt different. I think it started at last year's birthday (see "Birthday Blues") and just kept going at that not-so-great-but-kinda-mediocre pace.
Anyway, on with the story. I get to work after a REALLY hard bootcamp, and found that my boss had done up my desk:
Pretty gorgeous, right? Well, that was just the beginning. I had so many facebook "happy birthday" messages, I literally welled up. I was so inherently thankful for social networking at that moment because it had brought me this overflow of love. I tried to start thanking each person individually, but it got to be so many people that I couldn't keep up with it all day.
I was finally feeling like the old me. After showering off the bootcamp sweat and dawning a pretty birthday dress and doing my hair and makeup (a rarity for me at work), I was feeling like a kid again.
