…I shouldn’t have left you…
It’s been more than a while since I last blogged about Results, Not Resolutions. In the past few months I’ve been working on those aforementioned results. Often I’ve tried to avoid results and just get by but 2011 will not stand by and tolerate stagnation. So, whether I like it or not, change is happening and ushering me closer to my dreams than expected. I’ll tell you all about that later.
I’m back. I’m blogging. And for those in the know, Tessism’s birthday season is ramping up. As an Aries, I’ve chosen to celebrate my birth during the entirety of my sun sign which is from March 20 to April 20.
Welcome to Tessism’s Birthday Season of Aries! This season is all about leisure and indulgence and the theme is **drum roll** (gather closely now)…A Month of Sunday…Brunches! I’ll tell you a little bit more about it this week. In the meantime, my birthday season is a celebration of and for everyone! Hang tight and enjoy. We’ve only just begun!
I really don’t know where it started but I am utterly and totally infatuated with birthdays and not just mine. Once you tell me your birthday, I will never forget it. I’ll plug it in somewhere and your birthday will forever be appreciated.
I love birthdays because it’s the one time of every year of totally sanctioned self-centeredness. It’s the one time where I say “Come play with me. You have to. It’s my birthday!” Very few people have the wherewithal to turn down the birthday girl. My birthdays tend to be a whirlwind of themed mayhem & elation:
- 32nd – My Super Double Sweet Sixteen – A party every day or night for 6 days
- 34th – Miracle on 34th Year – Create & experience something extraordinary every day for 13 days
I rack my brain every year to come up with an appropriate theme and it’s corresponding events/actions that result in enjoyment for anyone who joins the birthday train. In turn, because I believe that everyone should gallivant with me for my birthday, I will do the same for you. I know it’s your most special of days every year and you deserve all that comes with it.
On your birthday, you have earned nothing. You are celebrated just for being being born. The way it should be. When you were born, you didn’t earn a thing. You were fed and you survived simply because you were born and you had a will to live. It may not be a perfect beginning but you’re here now so something worked.
Every birthday is a reminder that you are worthy of celebration for no reason other than making it to another year. Each successive year compounds that victory and warrants an escalation of merriment. You deserve it because you were born.