For me, after a certain age, my birthday seemed to have lost a bit of its luster. In an attempt to take my mind off the fact that I'm simply one year older, I give myself lots of treats in the name of, "It's my birthday." Today, for instance, I gave myself permission at lunch to down a delicious Oatmeal Stout at RockBottom. And a super-thoughtful coworker surprised me with a triple-chocolate flan concoction from a local bakery which I ate without an ounce of guilt—because it's my birthday. And I'm packing my bags for South Beach soon, well, because I deserved a birthday trip. I wonder what else I can squeeze out of this 24 hours...?
For me, after a certain age, my birthday seemed to have lost a bit of its luster. In an attempt to take my mind off the fact that I'm simply one year older, I give myself lots of treats in the name of, "It's my birthday." Today, for instance, I gave myself permission at lunch to down a delicious Oatmeal Stout at RockBottom. And a super-thoughtful coworker surprised me with a triple-chocolate flan concoction from a local bakery which I ate without an ounce of guilt—because it's my birthday. And I'm packing my bags for South Beach soon, well, because I deserved a birthday trip. I wonder what else I can squeeze out of this 24 hours...?
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