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?