me

It's my birthday today!

In honor of that great day, I thought I would wax poetic all about myself!

Or not.

Acutally, for some reason, I have been really dreading this birthday.

Then, today, as I woke up,

 and saw the sun shining,

and felt my husband curled up next to me,

and got a birthday lick on the nose by a kitty,

and a good morning hug from the best kid ever,

I realized how stupid that was.

I have it good.

So.

Today you get to hear what I love about myself.

And what I think I need to work on.

Doesn't that sound like fun?

So the things I love about myself are:

I am a good mom.

I am a good wife.

I make great popcorn and brownies.

I am organized.

I believe in miracles.

And ghosts.

And unicorns.

I send cards for no reason at all.

I am a glass is half full girl.

I eat my vegetables.

I keep myself relatively fit.

 I keep a tidy house.

I am strong.

I have great feet.

And a nice back.

And pretty hair.

I can take a joke.

I love to write.

I love Barbra Striesand and will shout it from the rooftops.

I am a huge reader and feel sorry for anyone who isn't.

I love to explore.

And hike.

And I am finally becoming comfortable in this body.

And the curves that are determined to be around.

(you know who you are, tummy and butt.)

Things I would like to change about myself and am working on:

I take things personally.

I can be passive aggressive.

I am a picker (as in pimples, noses, etc...).

They don't even have to be mine.

I know, gross!

I could be a better friend.

 I go to bed too late.

I avoid conflict at all costs, even if I should confront something.

I don't go to church like I should.

I can be lazy.

I have the patience of a toddler.

I can get mired down in the details.

I am overly cautious.

I take those I love for granted.

Way too much.

I can throw a mean pity party for myself if the situation arises.

I forget birthdays.

I gossip.

And I can hold a grudge.

So overall, I think I am ok.

The good pretty much outweighs the bad.

Most days.

I plan to make my 34th year good.

And when I say good, I mean, good!

My mother always told me that the 30's would be the best years of my life.

And when I stop and think about it, she was totally right.

I am healthy.

And happy.

And loved.

What more could I ask for?

And as of this posting, I have gotten over 50 birthday messages through

email

facebook

phonecalls

and texts.

And it is only 9:24 am.

This girl feels loved today.