I generally hate birthdays. Way too much excitement and anticipation for a single day of heavy drinking and carrying on with a lot of people you may or may not know very well. This year was a little different, in the sense I did genuinely have a grand ol' time, but I'm still left with that nauseating hangover with a feint tinge of fear and regret.
Birthdays mean you have to acknowledge that you've used up another year. Your birthday forces you to be somewhat pensive surrounding your achievements and failures of the previous year, and that usually results in the self-promise of better actions and results for the coming year. New years eve is just a party with champagne compared to the resolutions I make every time I successfully rotate around the sun. I somehow feel like I have to live up to all the unreasonable expectations of the year on the day that I "get older."
Lose weight. Exercise more. Learn and master a foreign language.Pay bills on time. Achieve enlightenment. Make tons of money. Grow wings.
The pessimist in me usually forces me to feel unfulfilled in all these respects. But this year I have to take pause; I HAVE accomplished some of these things. I've lost weight (25 pounds and counting), I am (VERY slowly) learning a new language. But I will never really appreciate exercise. Nor will I grow wings. And paying bills on time will always be a mental challenge for me. But there has been steps in the right direction. And I supposed that's something to shake a stick at. So, inner-pessimist be gone! This year, it's not so bad after all.
Here are some of the pictures I can't seem to stop taking;
A bein tot!