A week from today will be the anniversary of my birth. This is the first year I haven't been particularly excited about it. I haven't heralded it like I usually do. The sad thing is that I want to be excited about it. I'm not sure what is holding me back. This, obviously, is unlike me. The part that makes me sad is that I always told myself I would be excited about my birthday, especially because it's annoying to hear how people hate their birthdays. Hearing someone groan about something that inevitably happens every single year is obnoxious. It is to me, anyway. I don't hate my birthday, I'm just not excited about it this year. I think it's because I feel like no one will care. I have no reason to feel that way, but I do.
Sarah and I have challenged each other to get healthy. We have a 6 month "bet"/experiment going. Loser has to visit winner. Either way, it's gonna be an awesome ending. I am, coincidentally, excited about this!
My first goal is 15 by the time my friend Karen and her lover come visit me around Valentine's Day. I think I can swing it.
Because of this, I've been asking all of my friends (and some acquaintances) to spend time with me actively. I figured that would be a good way to get myself out there and hang out with people at the same time. I hope it goes as well as I would like!
Cleaning this place is overwhelming me, but I will do it. I will not have a messed up place on my birthday. I refuse!