Birthday Shenanigans

Something completely ridiculous happened on May 11, 2014.  I, Angie Good, having just turned nine-and-thirty years old began dreading my next birthday.  I spent the next 51.9 weeks not looking forward to turning 40.  I wasn't sad about it all the time...it would hit me when I was sitting at work or when I was singing in choir or when I was just sitting quietly.  It was weird because I have never ever, ever, ever dreaded a birthday.  Turned 30 - a decade ago - and loved every minute of it.  Turned 31, 32, 33, so on and so forth...loving every birthday...but there was something about 40 that totally freaked me out.  Freaked me out so badly that I shed unnecessary tears over my birthday.  MY BIRTH-DAY!  It's cool if you want to cry when E.T. dies or when the fox and the hound are separated in Disney's tragic children's movie The Fox and The Hound.  Cry all you want over spilling your coffee on your cute outfit thus making you have to run around like a crazy woman hoping to find something equally as fabulous!  Cry when you arrive at the gym on your day off only to find the doors locked.  Cry when you are watching an Animal Kingdom special and the cheetah catches the poor, unsuspecting gazelle.  Poor gazelle.  He did not hear the change in the music and did not know his impending doom.  CRY FOR THE GAZELLES!!!

I cried about my birthday which looking back, I really don't regret it.  I was emotional about turning 40.  So sue me!