How I Learned to Rest From My Inner Critic
The day of my son’s 6th birthday party, I remember going over the details in my head: Cake? Check. Gifts? Check. Party Favors? Check. I thought I had everything and all I needed to do was grab the kids and arrive at the party on time. Unbeknownst to me, being on time would soon be the least of my concerns.
Confidently, I gave my son’s name to the representative at the front of the restaurant and waited as she began to look for his name on the list of birthday parties. It wasn’t there and it wasn’t a mistake. I had forgotten to book the birthday party.
Fear mounted inside as I imagined all of the parents and kids that would soon be arriving with gifts in tow. My private debacle was about to go public. Then, what I was dreading happened. Parents began to arrive and I had to look each of them in the eyes and tell them I forgot to book the party.
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