Yesterday was my birthday. (Thank you, I appreciate that.) Now I have to confess that I have spent most of my birthdays feeling vaguely disgruntled and a little resentful because the day didn’t go like I wanted it to, because I didn’t get the food I was craving, and/or because the world didn’t read my mind. This has been going on for decades. Yesterday I decided to do something different. I decided to serve other people all day and do it deliberately to celebrate My Big Day. I bought someone else’s coffee, I overtipped my waiter at lunch, I treated several clients, I gave money to homeless people, and I made dinner for my Lovely One.
And it was a great day. No resentment, no discontent.