Into the XXX Years
I had such a wonderful birthday. Thank you to everyone who posted, called, texted, e-mailed, IMed, twittered, picked out a YouTube video in my honor, showed up in my yard at the crack of dawn to decorate (you gays and your decorating), commented on my MySpace, sent gift cards and virtual gifts, and prayed that I would survive the day. I did :)
So what did I do? - the big question everyone asks. Y'know, a few months ago, I couldn't decide. Trips to New York City, huge parties, dinner for dozens, all things that ran through my head. As we got closer, I found myself not really wanting to make a big deal out of it. It IS a big deal, and I'm not avoiding that, but isn't it better to celebrate every day? That's either a really profound statement, or a total cop-out. I'll let you decide.
Actually, yesterday was the only day this entire week (and until next Tuesday - lol) that I didn't really have anything planned.
First, I laughed. Huge thanks to kybearfuzz and our mutual LJ friends who kept me grinning all day long.
Then, I cooked. At work, our tradition is "bringing your own damn breakfast in" on your birthday. So I made one of my co-workers' sister's breakfast casserole and was kind enough (to my bus-mates) to DRIVE it in rather than taking the bus.
"Sis's Egg Casserole"
I've made this for a lot of my brunches and it's so easy!
1 lb breakfast sausage, crumbled, cooked and drained
12 eggs
8 oz shredded cheese
3 cups milk
1 small box stove top stuffing + seasoning (I use Sage flavored)
Mix it all together, pour in a 9x13 pan and bake at 350 for an hour. Voila!
I sang. My get-up-n-go song was from one of my recent favorite shows: "Omigod You Guys" from Legally Blonde The Musical.
I worked. Having a job you don't hate to go to every day is one of my core values.
I saw a movie. Charlie Bartlett. Loved it. At parts it was a little unbelievable and trite, but mostly I found it heartfelt, funny, and inspiring.
I went for a long walk. Even in the brisk winter air, a walk across the bridge and through the park at dusk was a beautiful way to close the day, collect my thoughts, work up some sweat and some endorphins.
I reflected. A few weeks ago I had to go to my late grandmother's house to look through stuff and see if there was anything I wanted. Among tons of stuff I carted out, I scored a whole bunch of my school-age photos. Man, I used to have a lot of hair.
Physically, I'm in a good place. I'm in way better shape than I was at 25 and I am on the right track to keep improving.
As most people know, I'm a pretty busy guy. I firmly believe (check my refrigerator) that what we love to do, we make time for. So I make time for things that are important to me. But I also feel like I'm not doing enough. I saw a theme in my New Year's post about MORE. More more more. I am happy to pause and reflect about the great things I've been able to accomplish, but it's not enough. There is more that I can do, and more that I WILL do. That doesn't necessarily mean taking on more commitments, but doing better with the ones I have made... and that is totally doable.
I loved. Well, no. But I did get some digits from a hottie :)
Not a bad day, eh?
