Yesterday was my birthday. It was a very unbirthday.
I was still feeling sad about Odin.
I was dealing with some personal stress. For some reason I haven't been dealing well with any kind of stress these past few weeks.
I was sick with a stomach bug and my appetite was gone. It really isn't a birthday unless there is a cupcake. Soup doesn't cut it.
I try not to have high expectations about my birthday. In the past I have always ended up feeling disappointed. Now all I expect is a few well wishes and a card from the kids. My kids (well really the husband) made me lovely cards. I had lots of well wishes. Thank you.
Now I am dusting myself off from yesterday and trying to fix a smile firmly in place. The sadness and stress and stomach bug are all still there. But today I will try a little bit harder. And if I have learnt anything in my now thirty-four years, life is all about trying.