Y’know, I’ve done this 30 times now, had a birthday that is. And for the first time today I actually woke up feeling different. I feel almost serene?
They say the brain is done cooking at 26, but I think it probably takes a while to learn to live with the weird pink goo we grow between our ears.
I don’t really have much to say today so far. It’s not even noon here yet. I took Lili for our traditional long Saturday morning walk to the park. She was exceptionally bad, ran out into the road, caused a scene with not one but two neighborhood dogs, and barked at an elderly woman who made the unfortunate mistake of breathing Lili’s air. My knee is scraped and hurts now.
Today is my 10th birthday since moving out of home. It’s still weird not waking up to my parents on my birthday.
Love y’all,
Nora