As soon as June 10, in fact. Which is International Children’s Day, or the International Celebration of Grandparents, or some such. But more importantly, it’s my birthday.
Generally, I plan a party. I’m good at party planning. I send Save the Dates several months in advance. I order matchbooks. This year, though, I’ve been too busy with other things.
I will be 29 on June 10. Because I have been dreading it, I’m oddly excited. This is the opposite of my 26th birthday, which I was looking forward to, because I have always felt, deep down, that I am 26. But this birthday has no expectations attached, and so I’m sure I’ll enjoy it. Or not. That’s cool, too.
Twenty-nine, everyone. I’m almost old enough to be a dirty old lady. God, it feels like I’ve been waiting FOREVER for that.