I am trying to be the person I want to become. Most days I fail miserably. I can turn into a judgemental, harpy person. Does it count that I'm trying?
Then I have a few days that string together ... like notes in a song I love. How trite is that?
Yesterday, I had birthday wishes on Facebook, my email, texts and voicemails. My Aunt Ann sang happy birthday to me and was a little p***'d off when my Uncle Harry got on the extension and interrupted her serenade. Our friends, the Englands, joined us for dinner and you know, they didn't have to do that. I talked to my Aunts -- Connie and Judy. Our cleaning lady (don't go there) left me a card and a flower. I met Abby and Big Sal for a drink and had a great time catching up.
Birthdays are great in that people acknowledge you and wish you well. If I'm living my life in the way I want to do it, I should do that with every encounter.
A big chunk of my work life is spent building (or trying to build) relationships. I am humbled and awed that the reason I enjoy my work so much is that I have such wonderful relationships with incredible friends and family. And that has helped me to build relationships with others.
Ok, this was a really sappy post. I'll get back to being snarky next time.
I like sappy. Sheri, you have been particularly good at re-building our relationship, and I cherish it! Happy Birthday again, from the rainy, Wimbledony London.
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