2 Fruit Baskets and 2 Friendships

Those of you who followed along when I was a Stratejoy blogger may remember the worst birthday ever. If you don't remember, then click the link in that last sentence and read about it.

Usually when I post external links and reference them in my blog posts I say, "I know you won't click on that so here's a synopsis," but I'm not doing that this time. I refuse to summarize that blog post because I hold that one pretty close to my heart. Writing it, and experiencing it, was emotionally both a high point and a low point, and I won't boil it down to one sentence. So click on "the worst birthday ever" before continuing or you'll have no idea what the hell is going on. Ready? GO.

Insert muzak here. La la la.

Are you back? Marvelous!

Right, so. That happened. My 24th birthday sucked like a big bag of assholes. There were a few people who had been made aware of this story prior to my publishing it on Stratejoy a year and a half ago, but even most of my closest friends didn't, because it's really fucking hard sometimes to talk about someone doing something really cruel to you, especially when that someone was a person you considered a close friend. And even though I made up for it in my own self love-y kind of way, thinking about what happened 6 years ago still stings. I have a feeling it always will.

As I've mentioned once or twice on here before, tis the season of my 30th birthday! In fact, it was just a few days ago. My 20s are officially behind me.

My birthday was great. I got pampered at a spa, had 2 nights out with friends, got lots of calls and texts and Facebook messages and even some presents. Among my birthday bounty was this amazing display, from my bestie of 25 years (!), Lacey.

 

It's no coincidence that I got yet another Edible Arrangements basket on yet another birthday. Lacey did this intentionally, to make up for the other really hurtful one. Her card, instead of being short and mean, was actually thoughtful (and she signed it, unlike that other coward). This time, my birthday Edible Arrangements made me really happy.

It was nice to be reminded that even if sometimes the people you love can make you feel as low as you've ever felt, there are other people out there who can bring you up and remind you that yes, you're a worthwhile person. In a world full of shitty people, you have to be thankful for the good ones. And frankly, I know some of the best ones.