Today is my birthday.
This morning I went for a follow-up appointment with the surgeon who did my appendicectomy, and on the way home tried on some extraordinarily expensive shoes which I can’t afford but want to wear to our wedding (oh yes, I haven’t mentioned that, have I? Today also marks a year since he proposed, brave man). Tonight I will be going to work, while Deri goes out to celebrate one of our friends’ (not 30th) birthdays. Yesterday I withdrew from an application for a job I didn’t want, which means I will definitely be unemployed come August, and tomorrow I will be trying to sleep during the day, relying on hot milk with a large slug of Amaretto, a hot water bottle, and not much sleep for the past twenty-four hours.
All of which goes to show that life is what happens while you’re busy leading an ordinary day, and that the big and momentous scoot along quite happily with the unremarkable and the mundane in their sidecar.
Having a birthday so close to Christmas and New Year means that a lot of the big plans and grand gestures have been made recently, without time for a shakedown, so there isn’t much else for me to say here, except to answer the question a few people have asked recently, and I have also been asking myself, “Are you happy to be turning thirty?” to which the answer is definitely “Yes.” Maybe I’ll explore that a bit more in posts to come.
I also wanted to add a few things to my new year’s resolutions, from my lovely birthday cards:
Cliff Walk in Spring, Nicholas Hely Hutchinson, from my mum
“… and lots of coastal walks”
and from my aunt, textile design by Josef Hillerbrand for Edinburgh Weavers, 1933
“We wish you lots of luck and enjoyment in years to come.”
To coastal walks, luck, and enjoyment! And birthdays. Happy birthday me.