This scraggly stuffed bear is a suitable addition to yesterday’s birthday self-pity post.
He doesn’t look quite up to par, does he?
Anyway.
Post tear-stained pillow, I think I owe it to those around me to dust myself off and smile through the rest of the day (or at least grimace and trick the world for the day).
This is the first time I’ve ever had the ‘birthday blues’ and although I never understood (or cared to understand) what it meant before, I get it now.
Sometimes you wish you had achieved more by the time you’re “X” years old, and a birthday can be a painful reminder of that.
Anyway, I know I have a lot to be grateful for and a few self deprecating drawings/rants later, I’m ready to focus on those blessings instead.
Ok, time to greet the day! (errr…afternoon).
