Wherein boredom leads to premature planning of my birthday celebration
It is so ungodly boring here today I just may fall into a coma.
Most days I'm so busy I don't even have time to think about it. But not today. Oh no. Just like the weather outside and my outfit, it's gray and blah.
I've spent the last two hours trying to avoid my favorite shoe buying website so I'll have a little something leftover and I can start saving for a trip after New Years. Then there's the small matter of my birthday (one month, 5 days from now *ahem*). The last two years have been laid back affairs. Nothing fancy. No family get togethers. Maybe dinner with some friends but otherwise, I wasn't exactly in the mood to have a big blow-out. This year, though, I'm staring down 32 and I want to hit it with style. I'm talking party, presents (A french press would be nice...hint, hint) the whole shebang.
Why this sudden change in attitude towards birthdays? After a conversation I had with one of my fellow instructors who is only five years older than me, I realized it's time to start celebrating me. Who cares if I'm not married. Don't have kids. Still live with room mates. I've done a lot in my life, like graduating from college, holding down some pretty interesting jobs and visiting some pretty cool places. And there's still plenty more I'd like to do. The other stuff will fall in line when the time is right.
But for now, well, for now I need to enjoy who I am and where I'm headed.
So this year I'll eat cake, take a shot or two and spend time with the people who matter most, my friends and family.
And hopefully enjoy some coffee from my brand new french press.