Today is my birthday. I’m not a big fan, not because I mind getting older so much as I’m just not a celebratory person. But a dear friend of mine once said she feels like it’s worthwhile to acknowledge her birthday with gratitude, because she knows enough people who haven’t made it this far. And, unfortunately, I know enough people who never made it this far, too.
In lieu of a celebration, I’m writing this.
I’m not good at very many things. But I am good at being alone.
