Ah yes, a little birthday insomnia. Why not blog early. Like, 5am early.
I don't have many birthday traditions. I do enjoy my birthday, a lot. Mainly because it's a day where I feel justified in being kind to myself. I guess everyday would feel like that ideally, but hey. One day a year is better than none day a year.
A couple days before my birthday, I usually make a loose plan based on how I feel. The only thing that I for sure do and have done since the song was released when I was 14, is listen to Birthday by the Sugarcubes. I'm sure I've blogged it before, since it is the only real tradition I have.
Bjork was so amazing to me back then. A wierd little Icelandic pixie with a crazy voice and the best clothes ever. She forever implanted in me a love for a white dress with opaque silver leggings.
One thing I almost never want to do is have a party on my birthday. Or even go out for a little dinner with family and friends. The day before or after is nice, but for some reason, I like to reserve my birthday as a introverted, energy inward sort of day. Oh wait, that's pretty much what I want to do everyday. Har de har. Well, I'm better at it on November 17th.
I'm tired and hoping to get a little more sleep in before the whole day begins. I've got some presents from T to open and everything! I love presents. Not the opening of them or the getting gifts so much as the way they look. I acknowledged to myself in Ikea last night that I have a bit of a wrapping paper fetish. I love the way a wrapped up package looks. My favourite part of Christmas presents is just looking at them all wrapped under the tree. I'm actually quite uncomfortable opening gifts or receiving them. I much prefer giving them. However, I've got a couple gifts to open today and I'm not complaining. It is fun to unwrap a surprise just for you.
So Happy birthday to me. My last one as a not quite yet a mom. How crazy life is.
36 ladies and gentles. Thirty. Six.
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