happy birthday to me
Yesterday was my birthday. My twenty-sixth, in fact. I'm not entirely sure what to think about that. Twenty-five I could handle. But my internal image of what a twenty-six-year-old should be like is a little incongruous with my internal image of, well, me. Of course, this shouldn't come as much of a surprise. I still have a hard time dealing with the idea that I might be a grown-up.
My birthday kind of snuck up on me, really. I hadn't been thinking about it very much, except that my birthday would obviously be the ideal day for me to get a chest X-ray done.
But as the day progressed, I received several unexpected and really rather heart-warming gestures from a number of people. And I'm afraid I may have been a little too stunned at the time to show how much I appreciated it (which isn't anything new, unfortunately). I'm not just saying this because some of you might be reading, either!