it is my birthday very soon and I've been thinking about it a lot.
Like, logistically, a lot. You probably don't want to know how many spreadsheets and lists I have going on, but I'm sure you'll be happy to know that they are all organized with a table of contents. I have things timed such that I should be able to get there for early check-in on Thursday (*knocks on wood*) despite performing the night before at the Happy Hour Sip n' Strip with a new routine, which involves rehearsing and costume-making (yipee! I hope you'll come see!), a business meeting tonight with Bridgetown Revue (which will commence at the fabric store and conclude in my sewing studio while we craft up some costumery for Convergence!).
Since it'll be a milestone birthday, as I mentioned before, I'm giving myself an ultimate gift: the allowance to dream. I'm letting myself indulge the daydreaming that I never usually do for fear of jinxing it or setting myself up for disappointment. What is not unique about this year's birthversary is that it is a month-long event. I get so excited about celebrating my birth that I begin to talk about it weeks before it occurs and, subsequently, have people wishing me a happy birthday all month long. I have NO problem with this - in fact, I welcome you to celebrate the fact that I was born all year round. My birthday season is the one time of year that I allow myself a sense of entitlement - and not just to "stuff", but to attention, to being treated specially, to sitting back and thinking about the things I really dig about me, to indulge in searching for and calling out the things that make me happy. To ask for what I want.
So right now I have a carport, a lot of frozen cookie dough, and a bag fulla onesies ready to go for this weekend. It's all falling into place!