Getting roses at work...

Today is my birthday.

I was greeted with at least 50 well wishes on Facebook this morning. My FB friends must get up really early in the morning because most of them were there before 7am!

I got a kiss and a hug from my husband before I left the house.

I got a snuggle from Arnie and a "purrrr" from Belle.

Then, I got a dozen beautiful long stem roses delivered to my work place from my hubby.

And there was a note that said some incredibly heartfelt things that made me tear up a bit.

A coworker bought me lunch - both yesterday and today.

All of my coworkers sang Happy Birthday - more than once.

Some of my clients sang Happy Birthday - more than once.

I feel so loved and so needed and so happy.

This has been a really great day. I have great friends, a great job, sweet kitties, and, even more, a husband that shows me he loves me every day in so many ways. I am blessed.

Happy Birthday to me!!

Putting it all together...

I had a bit of melt down today. It was the culmination of a lot of things that really stemmed from just one - I woke up today feeling really down on myself. I don't know why that happens but when it happens nothing seems to go right and today was a prime example of that. Every little thing went wrong. I accidentally erased a butt load of songs from my ipod. I somehow lost the apps on my iphone. I had a head ache. I felt fat and ugly and completely worthless. Later in the day I was able to put some perspective on it and started feeling better.

I don't know what it is that makes us be our hardest critics to the point that we get down on ourselves over things we wouldn't in a million years ever put someone else down. We buy into that irrational part of our selves that tell us we're just not good enough and we believe it! It's strange. I guess it comes from me wanting to be just a little better than I am. I don't think that's a bad thing. I think that's a goal to aspire to and see it as an area of personal growth. But when I feel I'm not making any positive strides or something jettisons me back to a time when I felt at my worst, it's hard to crawl back up.

What really helps, and I mean really, especially now when I have so much that is good, no... that is amazingly wonderful in my life, is to think of those great things that make me so happy and realize how cool my life really is. I only have to look around this room once to see how amazing my life is. And, at the end of the day, that's all I need to lift me out of the self destructive ditch I've dug to see the sun light that's been all around me, all along.