Please don’t mention it’s my birthday

I have to say, my first day on the slicing community did not disappoint! And this year, I get to actually read my mom’s post she writes every year on my birthday and comment on it from my own slicing blog! How fun. Thank you everyone for the warm welcome!

This morning, in typical Julia fashion, I decided to go to a 7am workout class, and I couldn’t just take the T there like a normal human, but I had to walk there. If you read Larkin’s post earlier this month then you’d know I walk everywhere. SolidCore is about a 50 minute walk, so I left my apartment at 6:10am. 

SolidCore normally has a sign at the front desk that celebrates milestones— 25 classes, 100 classes, and … birthdays. I actually was dreading this part. I am not someone who likes to be put in the spotlight. Plus, the instructor was not one I normally go to, and it was way too early in the morning… I was uncomfortable just thinking about it. 

However, when I arrived this morning, there was no sign up. I walked out of there 1 hour later after a killer class with no awkward talk about it being my birthday. What an absolute success.

My patient for today cancelled, so I could have worked from home, but my co-workers really wanted to see me. “Ok, ok,” I told Olivia and Diego. “I’ll be there.”

As soon as I arrive at work, Diego pulls out his backpack and says, “I have the first part of your gift in here, but you have to promise beforehand that you’ll use it.” 

I look between him and Olivia, already knowing they’re up to no good. “I don’t know about that… is it another sash?” For Diego’s birthday earlier this month, we made him wear a birthday sash for the day, and our head doctor even made him stop and pose for a picture.

“No, no, not a sash,” he says. “You have to promise.”

“Okay, I promise,” I said. 

He pulls out the gift, and I immediately groan. It is not just just a birthday crown, but a sparkly birthday crown. 

“We know how much you love the attention, so we just had to make you wear this for the day.” 

Guess one can only get away with so much on their birthday… 

P.S. No one say the word insurance. I’m still in mourning.