7 Days Til Old Begins

Today is Thursday. Next Thursday I turn 30. To celebrate, I'm going to a meeting for work. Sounds like good times, huh? Generally I don't tell my volunteers it's my birthday (I know, hard to imagine, right? There ARE people I don't remind once a week all year long when my birthday is), but this year I told my teens, who told their mothers, who put two and two together and realized it was on a night I have a meeting. And we're meeting at a restaurant that night since it's December and, you know, restaurants are festive. So there is the potential for not only my volunteers to make it a big thing, but to do it in a public place. Which believe it or not I don't enjoy. I know it may SEEM like I want all the attention on my birthday by the way I talk and talk and talk about it, but really, I hate having lots and lots of eyes turned on me. It makes me really uncomfortable to have whole rooms full of people looking at me and singing me happy birthday. Small is best. But it should be all about me. Because I'm the princess. The old princess.