44 minutes

Forty-four minutes until my birthday! (Actually three hours and forty-four minutes since I wasn't born in this time-zone.) I think my mom is as excited or more excited than I am. She has been fixated on it all week. It's how we have both been remembering the dates for the entire week. Everytime someone would ask me the day I would think, "Duh, it's two days before my birthday and therefore the 12th!" Of course I would just answer "the twelfth."

I'm trying to get my friends together for a day at the park over the weekend. It was oddly difficult for me to send the invitations. "What if they don't want to come? What if no one comes? What if I can't handle being around that many people on that day?" I finally just faced my anxiety and sent it. Sometimes the hard things that stretch us keep us flexible.

I visited the library the other day and got three new fun books to read. The one I started first is called "The Birdcage." Good so far. I missed reading for fun. I knew there was something missing. Though it still sometimes feels like something is missing.

Maybe 27 years will bring clarity.