Birthdays, Nowadays

Despite the fact that I write a blog, I really am an introvert.

True and true.

How do I know?  Because being with people exhausts me.  Even people I really love.

At the end of the day, I need to spend some time alone.  That, is the mark of a true introvert.

Communicating with people (over the phone, e-mail, texting, etc.) can be just as tiring for me, and so yesterday, although was a special day, is one I tend to dread.

Yesterday was my birthday.

I am not one of those women who wants to hide how old she is, though I’m really not very old at all, and I’m not scared of aging or hitting any big _-0 numbers (3-0, 4-0, etc.).

Really, I just know that on my birthday I will have to have at least four phone conversations (one with each parent and with each sibling), plus I will have to field lots of text messages and Facebook communication.

Sounds silly, but this can really be daunting for someone who’d rather spend the day on the couch watching re-runs of Friends.

This year I tried to take a different perspective on it, though.

There are so many people in my life that care about me.  There are so many people that took time out of their busy day to wish me a happy birthday.

Seriously, how blessed am I?

When I thought about it that way, it put things in a new perspective.

How could I get bogged down and overwhelmed with such an outpouring of love?

It may be hard to answer everyone’s Facebook posts, or to sit on the phone with each family member for at least 15 minutes to talk about what the girls are doing, but isn’t everyone just trying to tell me that they love me?  Aren’t they all just showing me that they know it’s my birthday and they want me to feel special?

Readers, I really have been gifted with some of the kindest friends and family around.

Thank you.

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