It’s my birthday on Friday. I keep saying it will be the first birthday that I’ll spend the day on my own, but that can’t be true because I always booked my birthday off work when I was full time working. So logic tells me that other people would have been working so therefore I must have spent the day on my own. No worries anyway, because I can do what I like. I think I’ll take myself shopping, get some money out of my savings (but will try my hardest to not leave my goods in Tesco again for some scum to steal. Hell, why would I even go to Tesco on my birthday?!) and get myself something pretty. I’ll also take myself for a coffee and a cake, specifically at Costa because I’ll get double points if I visit again before the end of May. Savvy.
In the evening I am being wined and dined by my beloved, made all the better that he will have been away for nearly three days prior to this. God help me, if this ash cloud means he can’t fly back in time for my birthday, there will be one very grumpy immature acting 31 year old on this planet.
Turning 31 isn’t a big deal. True, entering your thirties is a strange time, but I believe a lot of that is heightened by the media and those around you also turning 30 AND definately those that think you should be doing certain things by a certain time. I’ve met a few new people in the last couple of years that have different lives to me, so you can’t help but compare yourself. But, I am me and they are them and it wouldn’t work if we swapped lives.
Age sure is just a number. I won’t let that number change me. It hadn’t made any difference yet. If anything I’m living younger. Let’s toast to that!