When I was little, like most kids, I couldn't wait for my birthday every year. I would start a countdown right after Christmas, make a wishlist, and make sure I told everyone I knew how many days there were until my birthday.
Here it is, January 21, the day before my birthday, and I'm not all that excited. Last year was a big year as far as birthdays go. I was 21. I had a week of celebrating (that needed a week of recovery). I had three parties that week for my 21st birthday. I guess 22 isn't that exciting of an age. I didn't make a countdown for my birthday. It just sort of creeped up on me. I didn't ask anyone for anything special. I don't really want anything special. (Except maybe clothes for my new job woohoo!) I'm not even having a big party. I'll go out with my closest friends for drinks, but even that is on an if-you-can-make-it basis. Maybe my birthday was overshadowed with my job hunt. But now that that's over, let's celebrate! - But I have to go to bed early because I have to work tomorrow. =o]
No comments:
Post a Comment