I turned 32 on Monday.
Birthdays have never really been my favorite thing on earth. I don’t dislike them, but they have never been something that I look forward to with the all-encompassing excitement of some of my friends. I’m not sure why that is. Maybe it’s my inexplicable anxiety about being the center of attention (except when performing on stage… one day, I might actually figure out a logical explanation for that phenomenon), or maybe it’s the notion that I’m supposed to have some big party that never winds up being what I really wanted in the first place. It certainly isn’t about getting older, because I sort of enjoy that part. It’s like checking boxes off a list: 31 – finished!
This year, for the first time in a loooooooooong time, I didn’t plan anything. The restaurant I’d chosen for “birthday fancy dinner” was closed on Mondays, so I made a Tuesday reservation. The Horse Whisperer encouraged me to invite some people over for dinner or cake, but I just kind of never got around to it. And friends, it was glorious. At sunset the night before my birthday, we had gingerbread cake from Miette. I took Monday off, and we spent the day as tourists in our city (one of my favorite things to do in the world).
And oh, that fancy birthday dinner? I serendipitously won two tickets from 7×7 Magazine to attend the gorgeous Jardiniere 15th Anniversary Dinner, benefitting Share our Strength. It was the most incredible meal, with each course prepared by a different Jardiniere alum, and paired with some kind of gorgeous wine or another.
It was a perfect day, and the best birthday I can remember. And last night, we went to our original fancy birthday dinner, making it day three of birthday-ness. And I have loved every moment of it, but I’m now ready to stop “turning” 32 and start simply being 32. Three days of birthday are fantastic, and plenty enough for me.