Monday, May 25, 2015

Birthday blahs.

These days, I am really liking my time alone.

I remember when my anxiety was super horrible, I hated being alone. I would do all sorts of things to comfort myself so I could just get through a day at home alone (working, of course, but still alone).

These days, I need more time to recoup from being around certain people. Their energy is draining. And this is hard because I like to relish the time I have with people, because I know it's fleeting. All the same, I want to relish my life and enjoy it. Sometimes, that means being alone.

Tomorrow, I turn 37. I have mixed feelings about it. I've never liked birthdays. A few years ago, Tim and I started doing something fun for my birthday, just the two of us. It helps me think of the day as "remember that time we did..." instead of just it being my birthday. After all, a day is just a day. It is precious, but so is every other day when you think about it.


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