A few years ago, I decided that birthdays need to come more than once year so I created a new way to celebrate. I call it Be Nice To Amee Day. It happens once a month on the anniversary of my birth date. So, If I were born on July 9th, I would celebrate me on August 9th, September 9th, October 9th etc. On Be Nice to Amee day, I am nice to myself. If I want a present, I buy it. I ask for things I want ,and I pay extra attention on looking and feeling my best. I look forward to it every month as a happy tradition.
I’ve had a lot of fun with Be Nice to Amee Day over the years. I’ve also had some embarrassing days. This is the embarrassing kind, but it had a happy ending. There was a handsome boy in my college class. I stared at him whenever the teacher got boring. I knew that if we could just talk we would discover our souls were meant to be together. Finally, I could bear it no longer. He wasn’t talking to me ,so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I sat close by him. I smiled at him. He smiled back. I told him about my monthly tradition and invited him to take me to the movies on Friday to celebrate my special day. He seemed a bit surprised ,and then politely told me that he was planning to ask his girlfriend to marry him on Friday. My 19 year old heart just broke and I blurted out, “That’s a terrible way to spend Be Nice to Amee Day”. I turned bright red and spent the rest of the class frantically taking notes to avoid looking at him. The one time I did look up, I caught another guy staring at me with a silly grin on his face. After class, he asked me to the dinner so we could celebrate Be Nice to Amee Day.