Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 28....this is a weird age for me because back when I was 16 or younger and planning my life, 28 is when it all started. I planned that I would be in school for about 10 years; I was going to get my phd in psychology. Then get married, then children were to follow. Strange how things change.
For the most part I love how things have turned out. It is weird how completely different my plan was from the choices I made to get here.
Honestly, this year and I think the last couple of years, my birthday has really depressed me. I don't know why, I used to love my birthday. I would count down from the beginning of December, I would celebrate my birth moment (2:10pm). I am sure I was quite annoying.
I am in a funk right now and I don't know why. I am still processing things.