Have been really ill (as in, almost passed out ill) and I just hope I recover before my birthday. Never been ill on my birthday before and don’t want to set a new record. Everyone in my family is ill too and that sucks big time.
Already I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness before my birthday. Guess I just want to be happy so bad, just on that day or if I’m pressing my luck, that week, and I’m afraid I won’t be. Sounds so silly and indulgent, but it’s true. I wonder if anyone else out there feels that way around their birthday. But I’m not someone who doesn’t like birthday. I love them. It’s my favourite holiday of the year. There was one year I had to work on my birthday and be all stressed for an event (not a fun type of event but a super serious one) I was in charge of, and that sucked. So at least I won’t have that to worry about this year. But even then, that wasn’t my worst birthday, because B picked me up after the event and I was happy for the next few hours.
My happiest birthday memories included my father smiling at me and cracking his corny jokes. I knew that he was always happy to be with me and that alone totally made my day. I really do feel like I hit the jackpot when it comes to parents.
Anyway I hope to recover fully and be able to blog about new places and things. Been stuck at home for the past couple of days. Self quarantine. Don’t like spreading germs.