August 9: sad day.
KOA’s are not as comfortable as they used to be. But I was tired enough I slept most of the night. At about 3:00am I woke up with my body telling me, “I think you may need to use the restroom.”
I convinced it otherwise. Since I would have to leave my cabin and walk across the road I became determined to not use the facilities.
“Okay,” my body said, “but don’t blame me if the results are disastrous.”
Forty-two days ago my sister calculated how far away my birthday happened to be. And then she told me. I think she thought I would be upset. You know, the whole, “Oh, woest me, I’m getting so old.” It is, after all, my 11th 29th birthday. That’s a big one. I agree. It is big. I have never been this old before.
Instead, of bemoaning the inevitable though, I had an idea for a 40 2 40 party. Since I would not be home for my birthday I decided to make the celebration last for forty days. And anyone and everyone were invited to attend.
To join in the celebration, I just asked you do three things each day leading up to August 5th. Choosing to do one, two, or all three.
Say thank you to someone. Show gratitude every day.
Be brave. Do something you have never done before.
Do a random act of service. Be kind to someone.
How did I do? I admit, I started to slack at the end.
I need to make up 5 days of gratitude.
For the most part though, I performed small acts of service that I hoped would help me not be so selfish.
The being brave challenge really came into play this last weekend. But you will hear more about that next week.
If anyone joined me, even if it was only for part of the time, I sure would like to hear about it.
Thanks for joining me in my celebration. Now help yourself to some cake.
Things are falling into place quite nicely. As I mentioned, I have a birthday approaching. The big 4-0. Or as I like to call it, my eleventh 29th.
The hardest part of my birthday road trip is finished – deciding where to go. The lucky destination that gets the pleasure of my presence is Missouri. You might be saying, “Um, what?” right now. Yes, Missouri beat out both the Grand Canyon (been there) and Glacier National Park in Montana (why would I want to go someplace colder?!). But Missouri? It has some church history spots I want to see (I can almost hear the ohhhs). Only one small hitch in the get-up – I haven’t made any room reservations. I can’t until payday next week. So… I might be sleeping in the car. All are invited to join me but if it’s a party of one, that’s okay, too. I’m ready and excited.
But this isn’t about the road trip. This is about my birthday party and you are all invited to that, too.
See, my sister, Zoe, did the math for me and discovered something interesting. Tomorrow will be 40 days until my birthday. My 40 to 40, if you will. Ready to celebrate?
To help me ring in middle age and oldsville, I am throwing a 40 day party. Starting tomorrow I am asking you to do something every day until August 5th (which, in my opinion, is probably the best day of the whole stinkin’ year). Here are your choices and feel free to do one, two, or three a day!
Here’s how you can help celebrate my birthday:
Do one, two, or three of these every day starting tomorrow and culminating on August 5th. I’d like to say I’ll accomplish all three every day but let’s be realistic. I live in a small town and live in a bit of a rut. There’s no possible way I could do number 1 for forty days. But I’m going to do at least one of the goals every day.
True, there is no reason for you to join me. But I sure hope you will and keep me posted. Otherwise, it will be me by myself at my own party. For forty lonely days. Insert sad emoticon here :~(
“All by myself… don’t wanna be… all by myself.”
Won’t you join me at my birthday party?
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