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and I made plans to go Texas Roadhouse for my birthday dinner this week. Before we left, I looked at her and said, “I’m telling them it’s my birthday too.” She laughed.While not a big deal for many, you’ve got to remember that I’ve never really celebrated my birthday. The first time people sung “Happy Birthday” to me was maybe two years ago? I felt ridiculous.
So we get to Texas Roadhouse, we sit down, and someone across from us is also celebrating a birthday. I excitedly observed to see what special treatment I would receive in just a few minutes.
They put this guy on a wooden saddle while his Dad took pictures, and the whole restaurant gives him a giant “yee-haw!” He looked visibly uncomfortable. At least to me.
“Um… never mind,” I said to Kelly.
For some reason, his cringe became my cringe. In that moment, his discomfort mirrored mine, and I didn’t like it. I felt uneasy.
Later it hit me. I have issues celebrating myself. Who knows if that guy was actually uncomfortable, I was projecting my feelings onto him. I cringe at the attention, when deep down I want it. I cringe, not because the attention is bad or unhealthy, but because I don’t find myself worthy of it.
But I am worthy. And if you’ve ever felt this way, you’re worthy too 😘 Celebrate yourself!
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