Rewind last year’s birthday when I was completely miserable about spending time with a birthday Scrooge. When I have completely no idea what to do on my day. When I felt because it was my birthday. When I was just not me.
I miss me. I miss my self-absorbed self. I miss my stress-free disposition. This year is going to be FUN. I just know that. I think I deserve a party. And I won’t cry if I want to.