I love birthdays – I mean it. They’re great – as long as it’s not my birthday.
Birthdays are sacred, special days that should be celebrated in abundance. There should be balloons, cake, music and a bit of mayhem thrown in for good measure. And singing. Lots of singing.
I work with a wide range of people – recently, we’ve had birthdays for young souls just turning 22 and older souls turning 40. We celebrate each of them in the same way, cake, card, present and the happy birthday song. The young ones love it, us older ones would rather pretend it wasn’t happening – and like the proverbial smear test, you can’t believe it’s that time again already.
But birthdays are special and they should be celebrated with a ready smile and an open heart. Bring on the cake. And the dancing – in for a penny, in for a pound.