Is it weird to wish myself a happy birthday?
I turn 32 on Monday, June 30th.
The conversations with my mom have become increasingly hilarious. No matter what we’re talking about, she manages to masterfully weave in an Aesop-style fable about the importance of getting married right now.
Ramit: “I’m going on vacation for my birthday.”
Mom: “That’s so great. Where are you going?”
Ramit: [BEACH LOCATION]
Mom: “You know, travel is great to do when you’re young. I was talking to Muninder Uncle and his son, Raj, is going on a trip with his new wife. Did you know he got married? He didn’t WAIT like all those other people…”
At this point, I’m just amazed how someone can take the most mundane topic — hanging up art in my bathroom or buying new pants — and subtly transition the topic to anything they want. Are all women born like this?
Me and my mom
In turn, like a master fencer, I have become skilled at imperceptibly parrying her matrimonial references and deftly changing the subject.
On my birthday, I’m asking for one favor. Just one.
Can you tell me how IWT has changed your life?
It could be getting a $5,000 raise, or starting a business, or paying off debt. This year, I’m especially interested in hearing about how you’ve mastered your inner psychology — whether that means you started going to the gym, or learned how to handle the naysayers in your life, or made more friends.
This is all I want for my birthday, and these stories are the reason I have my dream job.
When I say I read every response, I mean it.
If my material has helped you in ANY way, please share your story here.
Thanks, and as always, I’ll talk to you soon.