The week before my birthday is always a mess. Every year during this time, I have the same inevitable dream that no one comes to my party.
I don't know why this vision has come to plague me so. I don't mean to sound so Seth Cohen at his Bar Mitzvah ("But you SAID Summer Roberts was coming!") but I wake up disheveled and upset for a few awful seconds, until I realize that it hasn't happened; my birthday hasn't even come yet so clearly no one has forgotten about it.
A good friend recently asked me if I was excited, and I was quick to reply that I was really more worried than anything else. I can't help it. The dream really gets to me. I've been so blessed in my life; I hope I have the strength push to past the negativity. I deserve a good day.
A special thanks to my girlfriends who have really been there for me lately. Whether it was offering to help with party plans or just a nice chat, you know who you are and you're a constant reminder of how lucky I really am! You all make the bad dream nothing more than that, and I'm endlessly grateful.