I really don’t like birthdays. Wait, correction: I don’t like my birthday. I feel very uncomfortable with attention, which I know seems crazy because I have a blog but it’s different. Trust me, it’s so different.
Back in November, I celebrated a milestone birthday. I really didn’t want to celebrate, so I ran away to California for the weekend. And it was amazing. No fuss, no big celebration. Just family and a very close friend, some wine, and lots of love and laughter. It was the best way to celebrate another year of life.