I’m going out on this frightful ledge, because we’re super BFFs at this point. This year, my birthday is on Gaudete Sunday. Instead of mourning another step closer to 40, I thought, why not go as the Liturgical Year goes, and Rejoice!! Here’s what I learned in 36 years of living on this earth. Because, dear readers, I will be 37 this year. As my husband playfully jests with me “Ooooooh! That kinda stings a little, right?!” I am sure there are more than 7 things I’ve learned, but these are 7 quick takes, not 8,496 takes. Right?
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Life becomes easier when you learn to accept the apology you never got.
Ain’t that the truth?! Growing up, there was no such thing as sorry in my house. No one apologized to anyone for anything at all, no matter how wrong they were. This means that for a long time (read till a couple of years ago) the word sorry may as well have been a four letter word. Not good. How can anyone have any kind of thriving relationship, or marriage that way? Here I was holding on to the moments where an apology should have been given, rehashing it in my mind and asking why? What a wake up call to find out that I was a cheapskate myself. Well NO MORE!
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I’m super organized, diligent, efficient, forward thinking and have a memory like a steel trap, at work. At home? I am SO not that. And I accept that.
I’m an Executive Assistant and work in corporate. The person that I support has a very visible, global position. This means I have to have it all together. And I do, no problem. I can remember the smallest details and bring fresh ideas to the table. At home? The kids go to school in gym clothes on mass day, or I forget they need to pack lunch. Don’t ask me when my anniversary is because you’ll see me punching in numbers on an invisible keypad because it has to be the code for my work voice mail for me to remember it. I’ve even gone to work with my underwear on inside out. (That’s sharing.) I laugh at it all. I share my foibles with my friends and husband, poor thing. He’s on the wrong end of the stick with this one and has to clean up my mishaps all the time.
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I’m super protective.
If you are in my “circle of trust”, a switch in my brain must flip because I roll out the platinum package. Come to me with an issue, a problem, anything and I am all about making sure your heart is smiling as you sip your last bit of coffee. I guess it started when my brother, then he was my youngest brother, was being made fun of on the school playground. He has hydrocephalus and kids would make fun of the size of his head. Well, let’s just say they never bothered him after I was done with them. I didn’t mean to smash the kids’ pinky with the corner of my penny loafers (complete with a shiny new penny). I’m not violent, relax. But, I am super protective.
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Stay, only if it’s worth fighting for.
Relationships man, I mean, they’re hard, right? It’s because there’s another person involved and SURPRISE! You can’t make them do the right thing. I’ve had a long dance with the whole “Honor your father and mother” thing. I don’t need to try anymore. It’s not worth fighting for because they don’t think I’m worth it. And that’s ok, I’ve got plenty of people who think I am and you can only lead a horse to water. Right?
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I am the Queen of Defense Mechanisms, which is also the Queen of Funny.
I just found this out yesterday, that I’m the Queen of two lands that are right on top of one another. As I was having lunch with a friend who needed cheering up, I said some things that would make Amy Poehler say “What?!” But my friend was cracking up. I said it all in such a way that made even the horrifically shocking, funny. Over the years, I created funny out of those situations and retold them to myself like bedtime stories to a toddler. Afterwards, she said, you should go on the road as a comedian. Nah, then who would write?
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This is going to sound shallow. Who cares? I cannot be happy weighing any less than I do right now.
I won’t tell you what that magic number is, BUT, as I’ve mentioned before, it’s well over the BMI suggested weight to height ratio. I am practically obese for my height. WHO CARES!
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I am right where I am supposed to be.
Writing, reading, praying, loving, listening, cross stitching, laughing, cooking, baking and learning. Life’s pretty good, isn’t it? If you think about it? I made it. I made it through every day, every hour, every minute and every second to this very moment. I married the funniest, silliest, smartest, sexiest man and we made babies. No matter how many grays I have (and there are SO many, I found one in my eyebrows), or how I “shut it down” before 7PM most nights, I made it, I’m alive. I’m blessed and loved, right where I’m at.
Happy Birthday to me (and you, if your birthday happens to be today)!
So what have you learned in all your years of living? Share!