Today is my birthday. Hip hip hooray!
I am thirty-two. 32! It blows my mind to say that. I feel nineteen most of the time. I act nineteen most of the time. I’m not convinced that’s a bad thing.
Yesterday, Sunday, we had celebrations with all the people I love best. It was full of laughs and pavlova and champagne and barbeque and chocolate ripple cake and butterfly jelly cakes (and sore tummies and sore heads) I intended to take photographs but didn’t even realise I hadn’t done so until the end of the day. Just being present in the moment was far more important. And far more enjoyable.
I’m making a list of things that I want to achieve over the next twelve months. Not resolutions (I will eat healthy! Pah) but quantifiable goals. I’ll post the list when I’ve got it sorted: 1. Finish list.