It really is a strange thing how years just whiz by in the blink of an eye these days. Don't they? Wasn't it just last summer, like, three weeks ago?
And here we are, another year, another birthday, and this year it's just one shy of the big Four O. I don't feel ready. In my mind, I am still 14/19/24 years old. I keep waiting for that feeling to go away, that sort of suspended animation in my head where I do not age, but I don't know if it's going to. I'll probably go to my grave still feeling like a little slip of a girl.
I don't remember where my head was a year ago today, and it's hard for me to say exactly where it is now. I'm not feeling all that celebratory, just kind of dumb (in the lingual sense) and dense and overmedicated, like a plant overdosed on fertilizer. Oh my goodness this is sounding absolutely dreary!!! I promise it's not so bad, it's just my writing that's bad at 5am and therefore, I must off to bed...hopefully, more sensible posts to follow.