Birth Week

It is my birth week.  Like all who have grown up spoiled by family and friends, this is one of my favorite times of the year.   My people make me feel more like a princess than I do naturally the rest of the year.  

Tonight, after I informed my Best that I had a night to myself, she jokingly asked if I was going to spend my night reflecting.  Which got me thinking... maybe I should be reflecting on the past year.  The entire night I tried to reflect about the past year and I honestly couldn't think of any groundbreaking realizations or lessons I've learned.  I guess that means it has been a steady year.  Steady can be good.  Steady does not mean boring.  (This is my self-talk.)

I am disappointed in myself for not finding anything while forcing a reflection, because I really did search hard while shellac-ing, cooking, watching a few Friends episodes. 

I did get to open a few early birthday cards.  The card pictured above from my grandma finally taught me a lesson on my last day before I turned another year more wonderful.  Making someone feel like they're the center of your universe every once in a while is what IT's all about.  My grandma always does an amazing job at making me feel loved, unique, and honestly like her favorite person in the world.  If I can do that every once in a while, pass it on, pay it forward, whatever you want to call it, then I will feel like my time here is worthwhile.  And THAT's what it's all about.  

In honor of my birth week, I challenge you to make someone feel like you they're the center of the universe, even if it's just for a moment.  They'll hold on to that moment and you for their lifetime.