I can remember not so long ago my husband forgot my birthday. No! Now that I think about it was 7 years ago. It probably hurt more that I will admit. Anyway, I called him, enthusiastically exclaiming, "Everyone at work decorated my office and filled it with balloons!" I thought he would reply, "Happy Birthday!" Nope and I felt stupid reminding him.
A) He was pissed at me. We did have a fight the night before and I figured he was being stubborn.
B) He didn't hear a word I had said during our phone conversation and actually did forget my birthday.
I was testing my husband. Would he disappoint me and would I allow him to do so? What would I do if he went the whole day without acknowledging my birthday? I could sulk. I could cry. Or I could just exclaim, "Happy Birthday To Me!"
I ended up reminding him. He was simply having one of those "brain fart" days and spaced it off and thought my co-workers were just playing a practical joke by filling my office with balloons.
What's a birthday, but not to remind you that you can emerge anew anytime no matter your age. The world was given a gift the day you were born, right? So 2 months ago I decided I would give myself a 40 something birthday present. I proclaimed this birthday commitment, which surely would prevent any hurt caused by forgetfulness.
Now I don't want to down play any great gifts I have been given in the past, but this gift I gave myself was indeed the best birthday gift I have ever gotten. As mentioned in my last post, MBL had their first workshop/mini retreat yesterday, Saturday 17th. A dream I had first envisioned May 2008. The reason it took me so long to actually have this event was because I was afraid nobody would come and I couldn't pull together 4 hours of compelling, interesting material and activities. I knew the boost I needed was to make my intentions public and to make a commitment to others that I was going to do it.
So on November 19th I announced this event in my weekly Traveling Sanctuary Newsletter. It would be held on January 17th, the day before my birthday. It would be my birthday present to myself. I wanted my mom and sister to be there, so I ASKED (strongly encouraged) them to make the 5 hour drive from Iowa to Minnesota. We would cross our fingers that the weather would cooperate.
My gift to myself was the courage to make a commitment and following through. Here are the bonus gifts I received as a result. I am returning to my Believe Act Go (Bag) Age indeed.
- My sister and mom made the trip with good weather.
- My sister made me a banana cream pie
- My mom took down my Christmas tree
- My 13 year old daughter enthusiastically assisted me at the workshop and was exposed to incredible ladies
- I told stories and shared tools that helped ladies
- Ladies openly shared themselves
- I received encouragement that will fuel me to continue down the path of developing Modern B*a*g Ladies.
- Admiration for other ladies
- I could go on and on
The next time somebody reminds me about their birthday I will rejoice. I know they do not do this because they expect a gift. Rather I believe they have just given themselves a gift.
Give. Receive. Intentions. Deeds.
To everyone reading this, consider this your Happy Birthday wish. I am ashamed to say that I stink at keeping a birthday calendar and acknowledge other's (outside of my immediate family) birthdays. Note to self, "start a birthday calendar and start surprising others on their birthdays" They will most certainly be surprised getting a happy birthday wish from Kim. I really dislike myself for this lack of thoughtfulness.