"Happy Birthday To Ewe" HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.

I don't have too many birthday paintings. At least there's this guy! Well, so far, my only complaints about the day are that I made a terrible pot of coffee so far. I need to remake it. I forgot to empty out leftover coffee from yesterday. Icky!

I used to get all worked up about birthdays. I guess, I really wanted to be queen for a day, but it never happened as planned, so years of disappointment led to resentment. In the last couple years, I'm maturing quite a bit. Much better able to see the effort people put in for me, regardless of the turn-out. In this case, it's really more important to pay attention to the trees than to see the whole forest. But I'm also less invested. The older I get, the closer together these birthdays all seem.

Instead of thinking "Oh, now I have to wait a whole year?" it's "Wow. A year flew by and I didn't notice." I guess this is growing up.

But the other thing that's changed my outlook is finally having fallen into the puzzle where I belong. I'm doing what I love for work (painting), Not exactly rich yet, but doing remarkably well compared to many of my peers (not really bragging, but I do have a certain qualitative perseverance, and work ethic).

I also have the support of so many great people, who have their own lives, but also believe in what I do. There's little more heartwarming than that, I say.

So today, I'm going to not wear pants until I have to go out for ice cream, and I'm going to get a Zoltar machine to tell me what lotto numbers to use. That seems pretty solid an investment to me. :D

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