My birthday is tomorrow. A friend of mine often says you should boldly ask for things on your birthday. That there’s power on your birthday — in the stars, perhaps? In the alignment of things in the universe, or something? Or perhaps that’s what I am supposed to tell myself to unleash a confidence I don’t normally allow myself to display on other days?
What’s interesting is that if/when I do buy into this birthday idea, as I have in some years past, I do find that I’m bolder in asking for things. Why should I suddenly feel entitled, though? There is nothing that should keep me from being that way the other 364 days of the year. Great actions will eventually yield great results, no matter what day on the calendar that they occur.
So should my birthday be the only day I:
-exercise and recommit to losing the weight?
-tell my husband my hopes and dreams for the two of us this year?
-query that editor or producer I’ve been reluctant to approach?
-finally write down ‘that story’ that’s been eating at me?
-pamper myself with that ‘treat’ that feels like too much of a splurge?
-give thanks for our girls and family and tell them all how much I love them?
A little nook of Los Angeles is very special to me and my inner circle. On a single Westside street:
my sister and I lived for five years before I got married, with cherished walks and meals at nearby neighborhood cafes;
my husband proposed to me at a restaurant a few blocks down the same street, near another restaurant where we dated early on;
my sister and I for years went to our longtime doctor at the medical center around the corner…
.…where my sister just gave birth to her daughter this past weekend.
Now my husband and I live in San Diego, but we had to drive up to LA to meet our new niece, and have our daughters meet their new little cousin — in our old stomping ground, no less.
When we got there, a barrage of memories overflowed, seeing all the familiar places — where I wrote some of my favorite scripts, went out on memorable dates, shared heart to heart talks with family and friends — or as my dad would say, ‘scenes of former triumph.’
On this day there truly was a new birth, a new triumph. Seeing my sister and brother in law with my new niece was beyond precious — something we will never forget.
And never did I think, 15 years ago, that I would one day come back to the old ‘hood with my children and husband, telling the girls statements like this: