So… it was my birthday yesterday…

And birthdays have always been a time when I get really stroppy, whether I have my life together or not. It’s just a time where, before my birthday and on the day, I get really moody, I sulk and dwell on stuff that didn’t work out.

The past few years I’ve become stronger than I was, I’ve grown, become more confident, I’ve started to love myself and count my blessings.

And still birthdays are a time when I do get stroppy. I don’t make a big deal or make any plans. I do nothing.

Whether my life has been where I want it or not, I’ve not had anyone in my life that would make a fuss. Or maybe it’s just not seemed to me, I don’t know how to put this but maybe you understand.

This year wasn’t any different, although I didn’t sulk much, as being busy with Misha has kept me distracted, I didn’t make any plans. I was going to go to Misha’s assembly and then maybe watch TV in my pj’s or go off to the cinema alone which I do love doing, but when I do it on my birthday, it’s the only day I feel lonely.

And so yesterday a friend of mine encouraged me to go out for a bit of shopping and lunch and I’m so glad I did. Because I made an effort with myself and felt good that I did. I didn’t sulk and kind of enjoyed the day. I actually went around telling everyone it was my birthday and really enjoyed the attention.