I kind of hate this time of year.
The last grains of summer are trickling through the hourglass, the days are getting noticeably shorter, the weather turns a bit cooler, and school is imminent.
It doesn’t help matters that my birthday falls at the end of August.
Having a birthday at the end of summer kind of sucks. Many years it was during the first week of school. And during college, all my friends were already dispersed to their various universities.
Celebrating your 21st alone with a frozen pizza and a beer doesn’t make for a fun party.
As I approach 50 (it’s still a few years away), the birthdays are getting harder and harder. 50 feels like a definite line in the sand, a rubicon. If I don’t have certain things in place in my life by then– it’ll be too late. And I’m getting closer and closer to that line.
This year I’m really sort of dreading my birthday for some reason. It’s making me cranky.
I guess I’m starting to feel old. I’m noticing more aches and pains and joints thst don’t quite work the way they used to. And then you add in the waning summer….