Birthdayness

It’s my birthday tomorrow. (13th)

I’m supposed to be choosing where I want to go and eat in town with Mum right now, but I just don’t know. Birthdays never excite me for some reason. In fact, if I’m honest, I find them depressing. My Dad was always in a bad mood on his birthday and I often wonder if he felt the same way about them. I can’t help but see that another year has passed by and that I’m not exactly pleased with what it contained. If anything, I have managed to go backwards this year, now being single as opposed to living with my long term bf this time last year.

So, what shall I do? Maybe I should start trying to see birthdays as a time not of reassessment, but of setting goals and dreams for the future year. Where would I like to be at this time next year? I would like to be in London, I know that! Be nice to think I could be working too, but this is something that may not happen of course, thanks to my stupid health. On the plus side though, it is the first time in years that working has become a possibility again. Granted, I would need something that I can do, at least predominately, from home but I think this could happen. I could do events and be ‘in the office’ on an ad hoc/’when I can’ type basis too. I guess it’s just finding someone who will adapt to me. Which could happen….surely!?

I guess I should try and think of somewhere to go tomorrow…..or play Batman, obvs!