In eleven days, I turn 38 years old.
By this time, I'm usually freaking out and ready to throw up. But I'm not. In fact, I even forget that it's actually happening. I've made no plans, and I don't care if I even do anything. Have I resigned myself to just aging and not celebrating? Should I be reserving celebration for milestone birthdays only?
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It's a general feeling of apprehension. I try to make it special, but inevitably I get stressed out. People are away for the holiday weekend, or moving, or have much cooler places to be, etc. And those that do show up it's like they're obligated rather than because they actually want to hang out with me.
Also, it would have been my dad's bday on the 2nd, and that makes me sad.
But, Fance and I are working on something; message me your email address and I'll send you the info.
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I had thought about going to SF around that time, but the friend I'm planning on visiting won't be moved in to her new place by then. So I'm pretty much footloose and fancy free that weekend.
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