There Are No Miracles at Starbucks. How to Get the Love you Deserve
I celebrated my birthday yesterday. I turned 44. And while it was “my day,” it was also one day in a string of many that have included a flurry of graduation celebrations (two of my kids graduated and are attending new schools in the fall), the birthday of my “baby” who turned eight, organizing a trip for seven to Europe, and launching a new part of my business. All glorious things which are the fruits of the creating the life I love — fruits which bring love, as well as stress and responsibilities.
Last night, when I came home in between dropping my teenager at her graaduation party, changing clothes, grabbing the “presents” and heading back to the Pacific Palisades for dinner with my dad, his wife, my step-sister, boyfriend and kids, I walked into the kitchen to find an array of incredible flower arrangements and a package of chocolate covered strawberries — all sent to me by incredible friends, clients and coworkers. ”Holy Wow,” I thought, almost in tears.
How many years had I only “wished” someone, just even one person, would send me flowers, unappreciative of what I had received or too numb to even notice.
How many years had I built up expectations of what a birthday celebration “should” look like, imagining how my kids were supposed to act? Frustrated by my former husband and lovers, thinking the plans they made should be better, or different. Often times I settled, often times I was living in a fantasy, and other times I was simply so disconnected I spent most of the day lost in my thoughts, trapped in my head.














