My anniversary. Alone. Nauseated. Yuck.
Birthdays come and go every year, yet it does not bother me. I don't dread it. I look at it as a great excuse to have a fun night out. And I really don't feel any older. Like 37 for example... sounds old, looks old on paper, yet today I walked past Forever 21 and wanted to buy every outfit in the front window.
But grown ups have a computer like mine. And a mini van. And three kids. Three dogs, two frogs, and a hamster. Have been teaching for 12 years. Start their own businesses. Pay a mortgage.
So I guess I have to accept the obvious.