I swear every year I think about my birthday and how it is quickly approaching and then every year it seems to sneak up on me out of nowhere. For the last few years the sentiment has felt a bit more like, "My Birthday? But I don't have time for that".
Planning something to do for my own birthday seems excessive, unproductive, and... difficult. This year, like many years before, I will be rehearsing a show on the day of my birthday. This means that there is really no chance of me being free to celebrate until at least 7pm. As this year my birthday is on a Tuesday I will already be stressed about having to wake up at 6am the next morning so any craziness is automatically ruled out.
I summary: I am getting old (at least in my mind). What sounds like fun for my birthday is a nice quiet evening maybe at a restaurant or at home maybe where I don't have to cook for myself or think about work for just a little while.
Birthday Schmirthday. In two days I'll be 28.
1 comment:
Not old!
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