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A Tearful Birthday

In: Feeling Dead and Uninspired

Yesterday was my birthday.

I flew from Ecuador to Chile on Friday so I could spend my birthday with my best girl friends in the whole wide world. Sure enough, they surprised me in the airport with glittery welcome back posters, prompting me to scream like a hyena. I had no idea they were coming.

Champagne followed in the taxi, of course, but then I, however, had a surprise for them: I had hired one of Santiago's most talented hair and makeup artists, Rodrigo Farah, to come and make all three of us look red carpet glam for our big night of celebration with the rest of our friends here in Chile.

It was one of the most fun afternoons I've had in a while:

And there we were. A writer, a photojournalist and a top secret governmental worker getting our makeover on, with every intention of wowing all of our friends we'd see that night.

After that point, we had plans to meet up with the rest of our friends here in Santiago around 4 for afternoon cocktails and welcome back birthday shenanigans to follow. And I couldn't have been more excited.

Until I wasn't.

Until I received a call from Felipe, telling me he couldn't make it.

Until the hours on the clock passed, until it was night time, and I slowly but surely realized it wasn't just Felipe–no one was coming.

Until the tears started streaming down my cheeks–partly out of mortification, partly out of devastation.

I never had birthday parties growing up as a child, because I was always so scared that no one would come, and it would confirm my darkest suspicions: I wasn't important enough.

As I grew into an adult, most of those insecurities disappeared, as I became well-liked and well-respected among my peers and friends.

Until this past weekend, when my greatest childhood nightmare finally became a reality.

It made me hurt like I haven't hurt in a long time. It made me feel more lonely than I have in a long time. It made me regret having ever invited anyone to celebrate with me.

And it also made me angry; angry that I give and I give, flying in between countries to appease friends who have long been asking, “When are you coming back?” I do all of the flying. I do all of the work. I spend all of the money. And I do it all in exchange for love–for the friends that I count on as family to think of me as the same.

As someone without any family in this world, my friends are, quite literally, all I've got. And when I lose faith that I've even got them, well, then, what more is there?

This birthday was a blow to the ego-that's for sure. But when I took a step back, I remembered that the most important people were there–my two best girlfriends–and I had plenty to be grateful for. Good food, good drink, the comforting feeling of being home in Santiago again, and some sexy ass makeup that will forever be one of my favorite afternoons. That's not even counting my amazing business, my ideal lifestyle, and/or the beautiful new boots I bought for myself as a present.

I'm also grateful for you.

For the fact that you're reading this very line, and for the fact that you'll probably read the next one.

THANK YOU.

Because, honestly, I count you as a part of my family, too. I know that if something were to happen to me, many of you would worry. I know that if there were an emergency, many of you would reach out to help. And I damn well know that many of you, if given the opportunity, would not just show up to my birthday party–you'd bring the biggest damn bottle of rum you could find.

So thank you.

Jun 25

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A Tearful Birthday

Jun 25, 2012

Yesterday was my birthday. I flew from Ecuador to Chile on Friday so I could spend my birthday with my best girl friends in the whole wide world. Sure enough, they surprised me in the airport with glittery welcome back posters, prompting me to scream like a hyena. I had no idea they were coming. […]

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