This Hurricane Irma Bitch Is Ruining My Birthday! 2017

Since Monday all I have thought about is how Hurricane Irma would ruin my birthday.

Painting with a Twist called and refunded my money yesterday.

I’m almost certain no day spas are open for me to pamper myself today as I had planned.

Sunday Brunch is a definite NO since well… Florida is getting hit by what is being described as the biggest and most powerful hurricane ever on Sunday morning. But guess who will have mimosas on deck rain or shine?🥂

Schools are closed. Businesses are closed. But at least I’m off work with pay until Tuesday and I didn’t have to use my personal holiday 🙄

Am I being selfish? Absolutely. It’s my birthday and clearly I will only turn 39 once.

Then I remember this quote I saw a few weeks back:

Almost immediately my mindset has shifted.

I am SO blessed.

I woke up at 4:45am and said “wait, what the fuck?” because well I could have have sworn I cancelled all of my alarms for the next few days and that shit scared the hell out of me. But then I said “Thank you Lord”. Don’t judge me! With your judgin’ asses! Yes I cuss like a sailor but I still love the Lord.

My household has what it needs to ride out this storm.

Even though I hate the fact that my 20 year old lives in Daytona and won’t be with us when it hits, she has all the supplies she needs and will be with her friend’s family.

My children are alive and well.

My husband is alive and well. And unlike in the past, his job has closed their doors until at least Monday to allow families to prepare.

Although we lost my Aunt Peggy last Saturday, my family is alive and well and their homes are prepared for the storm.

My in-laws and friends are alive and well.

So no. Hurricane Irma did not ruin my birthday.

The fact that my feet hit the floor this morning brings me joy on a level I cannot begin to describe.

I am alive. I am healthy. I am ready to work on me.

This is my “year of yes” and change is on the horizon.

So I say yes to a beautiful day and fully acknowledge the fact that this day feels like a blessing.

But I say emphatically: Irma go the fuck home and take Jose and Katia raggity asses with you!

Happy 39th Birthday to me!