happy birthday to me...

not today, but a coupla days ago! and what a stark contrast from last year...see i LOVE birthdays! if you are someone who's ever been out with me or are my friend, then you will know just how important i rate birthdays - they are kinda up there with the most important day of the year...well in fact, they pretty much are!

so imagine my horror when on my 41st birthday (last year), my partner of the time, does nothing (no card, no effort, no present) and i end up having what i can only describe as a horror day...of course when i deign to bring this up with him, he flies off the handle and we nearly break up - we managed to salvage an ok evening (in the end) only to breakup some 16 days later...guess it wasn't meant to be!

so i wasn't really looking forward to this particular birthday - i figured (incorrectly!) that it would be an entirely sad sort of a day, one where i would wake up alone (yet again) and find myself reliving the horror of last year...

no no! the day prior i had an afternoon tea with 8 of my best girlfriends (2 or 3 could not, sadly, attend)...we ate cake, drank tea and chatted and you know what? it was the loveliest way to spend my birthday...i got some lovely and totally unexpected presents (a gorgeous japan city tea pot and cups, a beautiful skalli ring, hand cream, a tshirt, a voucher for dymocks, body stuff, earrings and a lovely bunch of flowers) - i was totally spoiled :-) i got so many messages (voicemails, texts, emails and FB messages) on the day that i needed a PA to handle them all...such a contrast to the year before...

and of course on the day went to the PM's XI with my parents...ran into a few old Canberra friends and generally had a nice day...bar the chest infection (which still has not gone and is now into it's 2nd week and 2nd lot of antibiotics and a variety of bronchodilators...)...

so happy birthday to me! it would seem now that there is only one milestone to go in the 'one year' post breakup and that is Jan 26th....the anniversary of the breakup itself...and strangely enough i am feeling quite ok about it all...

seems the events of recent months have almost entirely taken over my emotional existence and i am feeling much more 'distant' from ben and the relationship we had...sure i miss him on occasions, but waking up alone on my birthday was WAY better than waking up with someone who didn't give a fuck!

sooo here's to birthdays!