It’s my birthday today and I’m feeling… Mixed about it.
On the one hand, it’s already been a great morning filled with laughter and love. I’m in a great mood (a first for the week) and I’m ready to face the day.
On the other hand, I’m mourning the birthday that could have been. The karaoke, the friends, the food and drinks and general merriment of celebrating in a public space. Of DOING something.
It’s yet another burden to stack on 2021’s shoulders.
2021: The year of the dinner party. The year of celebrations. The year of shopping small. The year of hiking and camping and partying. The year of making up for everything 2020 stole from us.
I’m afraid it’s a burden too great for a year that promises nothing.
But for now, there’s a brightness in my day. A hope and wonder at what it will hold in its own small way. Little joys I’ll seize with an iron grip.
I hope you’ll find a few of your own.
Until later, Bloggos.