I haven’t posted in a while but I really need too. My birthday was Sunday. And I am 30something. I don’t know if I am ready to really say it out loud. It seems old in my head. I don’t feel that old. It seems hard to think that I am that old. Wow.
I don’t think I look that old but that is my own view point. Haha!! It was a good day. I had a fun day spending time with my family. We had Chinese and hung out around the house. Laid low. I love it.
Well birthday wishes came flooding in on Facebook. It was nice. I like it. I did thanks everyone that wrote in. I feel that is something people don’t do and should really. I know it’s not hard writing “happy birthday” on someone’s wall but it’s nice. And saying thanks should be natural. And it’s not like it really takes that long.
Birthdays are something that I have grown to like. I wasn’t always all about the birthdays. I have friends that love their birthdays and they love the whole things the presents the people say happy birthday. The whole nine yards. I haven’t always liked it. The thought of getting older has been scary. The presents are cool but the thought of getting older. Is very real to me. Now as I have gotten older I have realized that age is a number and that isn’t what or who you are. You are you and that’s not going to change as the body gets older. That is comforting. That is what makes me like birthdays now.
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