I have a birthday this year (Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise).
It’s a big one.
It’s a round number that ends in 0.
And it shall be henceforth referred to as the Birthday That Must Not Be Named (or not referred to at all).
And I’m aware much of the Earth has reached said birthday and lived to tell the tale. But I haven’t yet, and I’m dreading it. Let me mourn my twenties in my own way.
Now that’s out of the way, since my last birthday, I’ve been thinking about how to make this one feel special and less evil. I want to feel spectacular, young and totally hot. I’ve always wanted to be a redhead; maybe this is the year I take the plunge? Or perhaps I should go somewhere awesome like Darby did. Her birthday trip to Italy looked amazing.
You may ask why I’m already thinking about this, but isn’t it much more fun to look forward to something than to dread it? I come from a family of worriers, so I know that to be true. Time stops for no man (or woman), so I have to embrace it and look forward whether I like it or not!
What do you think I should do?