It’s my birthday. Not a significant milestone year, nor a fun round number. Just a Wednesday, in my opinion.

Lots of people put out easy content like this to fill blog posts. I really wanted this to be a filler with that kind of “hey, here’s all the grown up stuff I’m doing” or “check out all the hobby stuff!”, but I just don’t feel much like celebrating this year.

This is my first birthday without Beck. My daughter already had to deal with all these feelings, but it’s my first. I know she’s got a small something brewing (or maybe a big something? Dunno – that’s why they’re surprises). I’ve got to go to work, and I don’t even have the option to work from home.

I’m sure there are new aches and pains, some kind of joke about ‘old’ and all that, but there’s a missing element of joy this year. I’ll smile and celebrate, but it’s just not the same.

Happy Birthday to Me I guess. Here’s to 56.