Today is my birthday, and it’s not going well. The expectations of this day are far too ideal and structurally unsound to withstand the howling winds of reality.
As I come into my mid-30s, I’m changing. At some point I’ve begun to realize that the attention you expect from people just isn’t there, but that’s okay. It about stepping up life’s responsibility, dedication and duty.
So perhaps this feeling of wanting to feel special has no basis or grounds to exist. I can live with that.
When things get ugly, I turn inward, like I always have. I seek solitary solace to reach within for a grin (whoops meant to say grain!) of truth. Today looks to be one of those days.
I feel entropy coming on. I better stop writing and sulking and get on with this day.