Today, I am 28. sigh.
Usually, I am very excited about my birthday. See, e.g., 27, 26, and 25 (entitled "Secret Lovers #6 & #7 -- Also, thoughts on my chin."). Once, I even blogged an entire post about the proper way to have a girl birthday (second post from the top entitled "Finally, something to thank Eve for..."). I assure you...I typically follow this plan to the letter. Not this year.
I can't really figure out why, except probably because no one is making a big fuss about it this year. Which is typically what happens when a birthday falls on a rainy Wednesday.
Also, this past year has been the most "adult" year I have ever had. The Knight and I bought a house, have real "careers," and are starting to witness the deaths of very present, very important people in our and our friends' lives. There's no turning back to the days of skipping class, wild parties with hot college coeds, and hugely fast metabolism. My biggest worries are no longer what I'll make on a final or whether so & so likes me. Now I worry about taxes, keeping my job, pollution, marital stresses, whether we should have kids, and my parents' aging. I guess life is just heavy right now.
Truth be told, I have a lot to be thankful for. I guess sometimes it is easy to get bogged down in the mundane aspects of life. I'm generally a very happy, some would say "perky", person. Today is a rare melancholy day for me. Is it weird that sometimes I find melancholy comforting? Like a big warm blanket on a drizzly, gray day.
(photo from flickr)