Last week I celebrated my 39th birthday. Usually birthday's are a big deal in my house but not this time; for some reason this year was strange. Well to start things off, my birthday fell on a Monday and I had t go to work. I woke up at my normal time (5:30 am) and got dressed, got the boys up, dressed and off to school. In the midst of the typical morning rush, the hubby gave me a weak birthday kiss and I was off. Throughout the day I received calls from my mom & dad, sister, and aunts all wishing me a happy birthday. I also received emails from co-workers and my crazy boss with well wishes for a happy birthday. Later that evening my mother-in-law (who was in town visiting) came and took me and the crew out to dinner (hubby had to work late). Now I know things probably look pretty good from the outside...BUT again something was missing...something wasn't quite right. I just couldn't put my finger on it...not until tonight.
What was missing is that there was no HAPPY to my birthday.
Was it because I am at the end of my 30's and knocking right at the big 4 0's door?
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Was it because I thought I would be doing something different...something more exciting at this point in my life?
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Was is because I still have that long laundry list of things that I want to do but never got around to doing it?
Maybe it's simply a combination of the above plus a whole lot more. All I know is that something has got to change...and change quick.
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