Once a year day

There are a lot of people my age who would rather not acknowledge their special day. Maybe it’s not wanting to reveal how many circles around the sun they are, or they don’t want to call attention to themselves. Who knows?

That’s not me. Every year that passes, I enjoy taking that day to celebrate the day I was born. I enjoy hearing smiley “Happy Birthday!” wishes, especially from friends and students. I enjoy the Facebook messages that flood my feed, filled with moments when people are thinking nice things about me. Everyone is busy with their lives, but they take a moment to do something they know will bring a smile to my face, no matter how quick and fleeting. They all matter.

I think birthday celebrations are a great way to practice self-care. You have a great excuse to treat yourself like a VIP, absorb the kindness of those around you, and focus on a very important person.

This year, I kick-started the celebration at (where else?) the gym. I had a fantastic workout where my fellow gymnasts were happy to indulge me as I strove to capture some last minute #thisis50 videos. After all, it was the last day of my 50th year; I wanted to commemorate it with some achievement and fun.

The actual day was also quite special. I had told some of my classes that Wednesday was my big day and I was hoping they would take a moment, stop in to the studio and wish me well. Many did. It’s so lovely to hear “Happy Birthday, Mrs. Tirro!!” over and over again. My colleagues and I had our weekly bagel breakfast in the morning. What fun it is the walk the halls in your favorite Senor Elephante leggings with your head held high, knowing that at any moment, someone will wish you well. I even got a few unexpected gifts from some thoughtful people.

The second half of the day was just as wonderful. An after-school massage and dinner out with my family. It was a perfect way to spend a work day birthday. Big smiles, warm hugs, lots of love. Then, I got to open my gift, one that excites me to no end. A new podcasting table where I can sit or stand at the push of a button, plug in USBs and plenty of room for my laptop, microphone, coffee cup and whatever else might need to accompany me while I interview my favorite people! Now that’s LOVE.

Thanks for indulging in this little birthday report. While I’m not in a rush, I do look forward to next year’s birthday blog! Here’s to another year of love, laughs, creation and flipping!

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