I spoke too soon.
The shoes did not bring me magic. The shoes were being worn while I enjoyed a fantastic day. It happened to be punctuated by something kinda cool. Magic would have been if that something cool transferred into something amazing without any work on my part.
I know...I'm being cryptic. I don't have any intentions of telling you what's going on yet. I am ridiculously superstitious, and don't want to jinx anything. Hence the title. The chickens aren't hatched. The eggs pretty much just popped out of the hen. They are still warm...okay...metaphor taken too far. ugh.
So anyway. I had a great Thursday.
But I have to warn you. My posts may be kinda grouchy or cynical for the next two weeks. You see...my birthday is coming. I distrust my birthday. No matter how I attempt to celebrate, I somehow end up being reminded that I'm not exactly where I thought I'd be by whatever age I'm turning. I mean...that's okay. Don't get me wrong. I'm happy where I am (with a few tweaks I'd be ecstatic!) but it isn't at all what I thought I'd be doing.
So for about two weeks before each birthday, I wrestle with reality. I don't mean that I argue with it a little. It's a full on, kiddie-pool-in-the-front-yard-filled-with-jello kind of wrestling. Reality and I compete to see who is going to kick who's ass this year. Sadly, reality is a pretty amazing jello wrestler.
I am looking forward to the plans I have this year. My friends are taking me out for brunch and shopping the Sunday before, and I have Monday off of work for more shopping and some spa treatments I haven't decided on yet. I plan to walk in to the office on Tuesday with a smile, a new outfit and a pampered glow.
And if any of you see me being cranky, know that there is one cure all for my birthday blues. It's easy really...
Bring me this:Mmmm....Or one of these:That should do the trick.