I’m normally pretty enthusiastic about my birthday. I’ll have a birthday month! I’ll countdown the days with a slice of cake each day. I’ll have sleepless nights leading up to the big day because of all the excitement. I’ll have planned my birthday party from every angle and handed out invitations at least a few weeks in advance. I’d be an excitable mess!
This year I’m feeling different.
Back in high school I had planned out my twenties in my head. As I approach the big Three-Oh I am reminded of what I haven’t ticked off that high school list. There’s so much more that I need to do and see and experience. I know turning thirty next year isn’t a bad thing (it’s also something I can’t stop), I just feel like I’m supposed to have done more, seen more, experienced more…
Here I sit without having planned anything to celebrate my birthday. It feels like just another day and I suppose that’s just what it’s like getting older.