I often find comparing myself to someone else useless. Especially because I compare my worst self, which makes for poor competition anyway.
I turned 36 today. Friday night my family took me to Elephant Bar for dinner where I indulged in batter fried shrimp and chocolate brownie.
Saturday we had a girl's night out with Karalea, Mandy, Amy, Peggy, Cari, April, Shannon, and new friend, Kirsten. We ate at the Red Fort Indian Cuisine with Bollywood on a wall sized screen followed by rock and bowling. We danced and laughed playing skittles bowling...
green=hop on 1 foot
red=through the legs backwards
blue=sitting and push with feet
orange=left hand
yellow=closed eyes
brown=your choice
We used M&Ms though, which seemed to make things so much more wild, like when we danced in the lane, made weird yoga poses, and ended with jazz hands.
And then Sunday morning, I jumped out of the covers as soon as they came in with my parfait breakfast singing my song. All of them...even Travis. They each had presents and Tom made me an honor board in honor of me and my talents.
And so, on a day like my birthday there was no time for comparing or biased competition...just time to celebrate.
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