Oh it is quite lovely to have a semblance of normality (whatever that is around here) after the crash-bang that brought in the New Year.
I had a splendid wee Skype chat yesterday morning with the lovely Dyana Valentine. During the course of the conversation, we stumbled onto the delightful fact that we have birthdays very, very close together (they’re in about two weeks – if anyone wants to send either of us a present, you have plenty time to shop). From this I deduced that Lady Dy is an Aquarian, so obviously completely fabulous. But what made the discovery so marvelous was that we also learnt we both celebrate for as long as reasonably possible.
And by ‘reasonable’ I mean that my January birthday revelry tumbles into at least February. And Dy is rather inclined to extend her celebrations until the last possible person has joined in a spread of birthday festivities with her. If that means there is cake until March 24th, them’s the breaks.
Shockingly enough, some folks do actually baulk at this kind of behaviour (not you lovers, your understanding is appreciated). They look upon it as crazy and wildly indulgent, or whatever it is those discreet-eye-roll-boggle-head-tutter attempts to convey. But I’ve not a clue why. To be perfectly honest, Lady Dy and I don’t put enough effort into whooping up the celebration our births. While the event of a birthday is indeed a fabulous way to map one’s journey, one’s birth should be cause for celebration all year round.
Now lovers, I appreciate that it would be wholly impractical to open a dedicated ‘birthday cake’ account with your local patisserie, not to mention fairly hazardous to your health. However, I can assure you that during that gap between parties each year, you will engage a plethora of stellar performances, acts of kindness, spirit freeing revelations and probably tell a few cracker knock-knock jokes.
You will weave your way through your worlds, impacting not only your dear flock, but also perfect strangers for better (or worse, remember sometimes we are the life lessons). This is certainly cause enough to celebrate – on repeat – the fact that you were born.
- Finishing a massive project you worked on for months that reaches squillions of people
- Making the perfect cup of tea for someone, and dramatically improving their day because of it
- Asking ‘are you okay?’ at just the right moment
- Being tenacious finding and working your thing, inspiring others to do the same
- Being the one that got away, redirecting someone onto a better path
Likewise, as you find yourself pausing to do a self-loving-victory-wiggle, keep on the lookout to highlight to your flock the celebration worthy things they do. There is nothing wrong with a bit of ‘you’re awesome, I’m so grateful you were born’ flattery whether someone has just finished a triathlon or found your car keys. The fact is lovers, we all fit in with each other so snuggly it’s sometimes easy to overlook the impact we have day-to-day.
True, it is lovely to roll all that jubilation into one celebration each year for convenience sake, complete with a mellifluous rendition of Happy Birthday (provided your flock can hold some sort of tune). But ponder with me for a moment how much lovelier it would be to make a consistent effort to appreciate the wonderful ways we influence each other… It would be just splendid wouldn’t it?
So by all means, make outrageous cake and party hat demands at your party each year, but be sure to find ways to spread the love all year around. And then tell me about it! I would love to hear about your savvy celebration-styles.
Yours in Nonsense,
Sir Flamingo xo
P.S. If there is someone you have wanted to throw a bit of ‘I love that you were born’ adoration toward, perhaps share this post with a little note for him or her.
P.P.S. As for my birthday demands, so far all I want is to wake to Flamingo Manor squashed full of crazy bright balloons without my knowing how it occurred. Of course there will be more birthday demands, and I shall let you know in the coming weeks what they are.