Tiara Me Sue

Today is the beginning of my birth week, number 52. I share this birth week with a lot of friends, and sometimes I still hear comments about birthdays that surprise me. I am a Birthday Fairy - my birthday means a lot to me, and I think everyone else's birthday should mean a lot to them. Just the fact that we are here is a big deal . Like in the movie "It's a Wonderful Life" the lives of every single person around us would be different if we weren't here. Even if you only did one nice thing for one person in your life, that person's life would have been different if not for you - so, yes, your being here means something. YOUR EXISTENCE IS YOUR IMPACT. Without doing, creating, or being anything - other than just being here . So, no, your birthday should never be 'just another day'. For you alone, your birthday is a personal New Year celebration. Personal . You don't have to share it with anyone else - and it is not necessary to. Yo...

I cried the other day -no, not the blubbering I do when the Boston Pops play the ‘1812 Overture’ right before the fireworks on the 4 th of July, or the tears of pride I let loose every single time I watch Susan Boyle’s first audition on Britain’s Got Talent , or even the goofy “I’m so HAPPY!” wet mess that I become every time I watch a video of soldiers being reunited with family and pets- No, this was that ugly cry; you know, the one that Carrie Underwood is talking about when she sings that there is no way to “Cry Pretty” while wearing bedazzled thigh-high black boots with glitter pouring from her eyes. Yeah. Just like that. The reason doesn’t matter, because it’s no different a reason than every other adult has had more than once in their lives. It’s just life . Sometimes, things get to you. What makes this event worth mentioning are the peripheral circumstances, because, aside from the above-mentioned, tear-filled blubberfests I have not cried – I mean crie...