Another b-day. Today is the first day of last year of my 20's and the first year of the 30's for my parents marriage--to the hour.
I love b-day's, not just my own, but my friends as well. I always think of it as a way to celebrate the life you have been given and the fact that you made it to another year. Many just think of it as another day, but I think of it as a way to honor the wonders of your God-given life.
But today, I wish I could just go hide under the bed. I am in a funky funk of a funk. Nothing I was hoping to do today is going to occur. I was hoping to take my parents to a great dinner and buy them tickets to see EF&W tomorrow. Shnope. Money is funny. Ma's got an exam of some sort and won't leave the house till its over, and honestly, I'm pretty sure my pop forgot it.
And on the first day of 29, I feel bitter girl (she and are at war) trying to make her debut. I've been struggling over the last couple of years to keep that chick in check, but she's somthing else.
Maybe its because I am tired of moving, of being in transition, of being the new kid all the damn time. Yet, I am over folk telling me to slow down. Maybe, I know it is time to plant a tree and watch it grow...but who knows how soon or where.
Maybe, I making a mountain out of a hill of beans and I just need a friggin vacation and a margarita(or two).