In 15 minutes it will be my birthday. I should be sleeping, or cleaning my house for the big birthday bash tomorrow, but instead I'm playing with my new Ipod Shuffle. I mentioned that I wished I had one for crazy-what-was-I-thinking 1/2 marathon training, and wham, it appeared right in my boyfriend's hand, like ninja magic. Have I mentioned he's a keeper? And not just because he buys me stuff. There are a zillion other reasons he is great.
Running up to my special day, I've had intense anticipation of getting some new STUFF. After all it has been 78 days tomorrow since I've shopped, which doesn't seem like a really long time to normal kind of shopping people, but to me it has been longer than the four weeks between when the doctor told me I was having twins, and when I had them. Yes, I was 7 months pregnant when I found out I was getting double trouble, double joy.
But in thinking about the possibility that I might get Nordstrom gift cards or cash that I might not feel guilty about spending on clothes (remember... I make the rules!), I kept thinking about how weird it is that sometimes denial breeds massive joy upon receiving. We live in such a world of I want it now and I'll just go buy it, that when we deny ourselves in the slightest way and then indulge, everything seems sweeter. Maybe we should all try that more often.
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