My birthday is next Thursday. I’ll be 27. It really isn’t hitting me yet. I’ve only found one grey hair so far and that was three years ago during a hurricane. Still, each year, I get older but I don’t feel it.
But one thing has been different. I’ve been in a good mood these past couple of weeks. I know that seems minor but I’ve found myself in a sort of gloomy funk for most of this summer that I haven’t been able to shake until recently. Granted, this entire year has sort of been nothing but bad luck for me but I’ve been in a fantastic mood since last week. Maybe because my birthday is next week or because I feel like I have something going for me, specifically, I’m making it known to my district manager I want to go into management. I haven’t heard anything yet but that simple action made me feel…hopeful and happy for my future.
And next week, with my actual birthday, I took off that Thursday and the weekend. I am planning to go out with one of my best friends on my birthday and the weekend is yet to be decided.
I’ll stick with being happy for awhile.