I turned 39 yesterday. I’m the most excited about the fact that I had a superb hair day.
I did enjoy two of my favorite things:
But for the most part, it was a low-key day. I worked. I cleaned. I napped. I watched some Harry Potter. Nothing too outstanding. I have planned two special outings today that I couldn’t do yesterday because the places are both closed on Mondays. (Pro Tip: How To Make Your Birthday Last More Than One Day.)
The best part of yesterday was simply: The Internet. Between my inbox, my twitter feed, and my Facebook page – I was delivered a non-stop flow of love from the moment I woke up until I went to bed. The constant “Happy Birthday!” messages reminded me how far I’ve truly come in the years since Dad has died, in getting over my social anxieties and making friends. In years past most of my well-wishes were just from my friends inside the computer (who I love dearly), but yesterday I had dozens from friends I know in real life! If you had told me back when I turned 29 that 100 real world friends would wish me Happy Birthday in 10 years? I wouldn’t have believed you. Or I would have thought my Dad finally lived up to the promise he and I often joked about regarding buying me friends.
But not only did I have dozens of Happy Birthday! messages – but I had plenty of personal messages as well. Most wishing me a day filled with running or donuts or beer. This shows that, I’ve not only made friends, but they know me very well. It cracks me up how well some of these people know me! I just found myself, all day, every time my phone dinged with a new message thinking, I don’t care who wants to fight me over the title – I swear to all that is holy that I am the most blessed person on this planet.
I was surrounded by love yesterday. Lots and Lots and Lots of sincere, heartfelt, funny and kind LOVE.
So I roll into my last year in my 30s surrounded by awesome people both inside the computer and outside of it. And I sit back an compare that to when I rolled into my 30s with just a few real-world friends.
And I think…
Holy Shit. My 40s are going to rock so much harder than my 30s did.
And that is one fantastic place to be.