Birthdays don't excite me anymore.
Of course, I'm getting old. Crossed 30 last year.
(Hell, that's still a lot younger than how I feel inside.)
(At least at the moment.)
When one imagines oneself, age ceases to matter and you only look at your past and future without serious consideration regarding the chronological details.
However, my current (longstanding) circumstances and stress make me feel like a crappy, scraggy old hag who feels meh about everything and excited about (almost) nothing.
Like the Annual Award I bagged in office for all my contributions throughout the year. Like my son's second birthday that we plan to celebrate with pomp and ceremony this November. Like watching movies, reading, travelling and book writing which have been my childhood passions and ambitions.
I just don't have the fire.
Amazing how someone or some situation can completely suck the life out of you.
It's not amazing.
When I used to…