Splash!

I don't like being the center of attention.  I don't like everyone looking at me.  My family knows if we go to a restaurant on my birthday they don't tell the server it's my birthday.  (And it isn't my birthday yet...at least for a few more days, but Tim is leaving town again so we celebrated early.)

But back to the rules of birthday restaurant behavior if you're hanging out with me...

Rule #1:  Don't tell the server it's my birthday.  Rule #2:  Don't tell the server it's my birthday.  Rule #3:  If you break Rule #1 or Rule #2 you won't be with me at my next restaurant birthday celebration.

In a nutshell:  strangers singing to me and strangers looking at me while my face turns 5 shades of purple and red = extreme discomfort.

Anyone else with me?

But tonight wasn't my night to sit in comfort.  I've been saying I want to get out of my comfort zone more, and tonight as our server approached the table, my 13 year old looked at me and rattled off some kind of diving board analogy, and all I really heard was, "...and sometimes you get pushed off the high dive."  


Five minutes later a small group of servers was at our table with my birthday dessert bravery treat and in a few short seconds, the song was over and everyone in the restaurant went back to eating...

Push!  


(Huge splash!)

And I shared my bravery treat with everyone.

How's that for risk taking?

(I know...I'm a baby stepper.)