I'm 31 this year, but the point still stands.
Well, except for those days where I feel like I'm about 16, mentally.
At the risk of being a tad narcissistic, happy birthday to me.
The next few weeks may be a bit sparse as I battle with my muse and my inner demons (see: inner critic) working toward my sparse, but very much achievable, word count goal for Camp NaNoWriMo.
Wish me luck. (I need it!)
6 comments:
I was of the generation of "Don't trust anyone over 30," so when I turned 30 I took to my bed with a bottle of cheap wine. Then as the years piled up and I began to gain confidence in my own skin, damned if life didn't get better and better. Age truly ain't nothing but a number. Happy Birthday.
Happy birthday!! I certainly don't act my age--ever. Gets me a lot of strange looks at work, but--hey, I keep myself entertained. Isn't that all that matters?
Trust me, I'm well past you in age but still feel 16 sometimes, too. It's okay. Having birthdays add up may be depressing, but I remind myself it's better than the alternative. Have a great one!
Truly. You're only as old as you feel. (And, okay, some days....sleep injuries!) But I digress. Thank you. :)
It is. Live and enjoy yourself. That's what's important.
Thank you.
Thus far, I don't really have any depression issues around birthdays. While that could change, I don't expect it to. It is better than the dirt nap.
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