I am thrilled to have on my blog today fellow 'Dirty Bits' Author - Maggie Wells. Take it away Maggie
No matter how many years pass, I’m like a little kid when it comes to birthdays. I still think it’s my special day. When Madison gave me my blog date, my first response was, ‘Yay! That’s my birthday!’
Of course, I’ve also reached the point where when people ask my age, I simply say, ‘Old enough to know better, young enough to do it anyway.’
As the wisdom has piled up, I’ve taken a quite few lessons to heart. My favorite by far?
Too often, we put off the things that give us pleasure. I’m guilty. I even eat my M&Ms in reverse order of color – least favorite to most. Why? I have no idea. Anyone who knows me at all would think I’d grab all the red ones and run, but I don’t. I eat the brown ones first. As if I need to inflict a little punishment before I can enjoy the goodness. And there’s not even any leather or whips involved. I am a candy sadist.
Now, before you go thinking this is one of those ‘Oh poor me’ posts, let me say that I am the first to admit I’m a terribly spoiled individual. Have been for my entire life, and I intend to go on as I began. Still, I went through a phase where I denied myself even the silliest things.
I was a victim of self-inflicted MomMartyr Syndrome.
It’s that awkward stage when each and every one of our needs must me subjugated to those of the family. We take lukewarm showers because we have to be sure everyone else is clean and scrubbed first. We’re the last ones to the dinner table and the first to jump up. Our coats are the oldest, we use the half-dead double-A batteries in our gadgets, and we drive family tricksters instead of sleek, two-door coupes. Sound familiar?
I am proud to say, this is the year I broke free.
My children are older now, but I can’t really claim that they’re wiser. But, hey, if they can’t figure the ‘He who gets to the shower first gets the hot water’ rule, it isn’t because I didn’t teach by example. The cute little red coupe parked in the drive? Mine. What can I say? We needed a third car…
This year, I gave myself the best present ever – permission to give myself permission.
Best. Gift. Ever.
Whenever the anniversary of your birth may be, happy birthday to you. Treat yourself today, even if it’s just eating your favorite candy first. You deserve it!
Spectators – A Sapphire Nights Dirty Bits story
From the moment she steps into the exclusive Spectator Club, Grace Andrews finds herself caught between heaven and hell. Dark and light, two halves of a whole, partners Damien and Gabriel are intrigued by the newest member of the club. Eager to introduce her to the delights of their world, they take her initiation in hand…and mouth. And anything else she wants. Because for the member of the Spectator Club, anything goes.