A bit of a birthday funk: Day 8

So, here's the scoop. Today has been a day in the life of a girl who just can't quite step up to the birthday countdown.

I was able to laugh about it an hour ago. Unfortunately, my very humorous diatribe about my life happened in the car tonight with three of my favorite people (with 2 more on speaker phone) and it just can't be re-enacted. Too bad too because I was REALLY on one. It was classic. I outdid myself in terms of wit and funny. We laughed so hard, we cried (and the good kind of crying).

But, I don't have it in me to try to capture it in a clever post.

It started with a phone call this afternoon. I'm not about to go into the details of that, but let's just say...no, let's not say it. Suffice it to say, the call just threw me off. It just wasn't necessary. Wasn't good timing. Wasn't what I needed the day before my Happy Birthday.
So, I left work, called Tam, and had a good (though it didn't feel so good) cry the whole drive home. I know. I know. Tragic in so many ways. And pathetic in just a few others. I didn't know I had any more tears to cry about this particular "thing". But, I did. Darnit.

So, what should a girl NOT do on the eve of her birthday after she's already had a good cry? Let her plans get derailed by a funeral. A Friday night funeral. True story, folks. Though it wasn't my first choice, on the way there, I actually thought it would give me the impetus to write this great "celebration of life" post.

But, this wasn't just any funeral. It was a funeral where the guests were way too many people from my past...a time in my life where I felt vulnerable, inadequate, insecure...you name it, I felt it (can someone say "high school"? and shouldn't someone get a warning before walking into an impromtu h.s. reunion?). But, the interesting thing is that if I had been in the presence of those people a week ago...even YESTERDAY...I would have been fine. More than fine, actually. I would have felt like a milliondamdollars.

But, the phone call made me feel vulnerable, inadequate, insecure...and BAM! The two experiences just collided to create this incredibly intense disenchantment with my life. Not a depression. Not something I can't snap out of after a good nights sleep (or several in a row). It's just that I was suddenly 17 years old again. And me and "17" didn't get along so well.

And thus the funk (albeit a funk that was preceded by the humorous diatribe about my life).

And so, I'm going to let YOU finish my list.
Come on. Help a sister out! I did MORE than my fair share. You just need to come up with seven "things Laurel should love about her life". You definitely got the easier end of that deal.

I'm "leaving on a jet plane" (can you read that line without singing it?) tomorrow. I'm spending my birthday in some sun.
The timing couldn't be better.
Sun, flip-flops, a good mexican restaurant...
And some people who adore me.
Just what I need to get myself out of this newly-developed birthday funk...

Well, that, and your help with the last 7.
Consider it my birthday present. How easy is that?