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I remember when I was a wee small child and I would nag my Mother “Mom! Why aren’t you excited about your birthday?!” and she would give me some dismissive explanation about “oh, I’ve had so many I don’t care anymore.” and my little brains could not understand her lack of enthusiasm.  

Today I’m 32 and I understand. Maybe it’s because I feel pretty awesome about myself/my life most every day so I don’t feel that special about today? I don’t know. Saturday I had a little festivity with some friends and I was happy for the festivity but I really don’t feel any birthday fireworks, butterflies or magic. It was the same good time that could have happened any Saturday.

So far for 2012 I’m finding good things around every corner. It’s a little eerie sometimes when things are going so well, but it feels good.

ps- this is what it looks like when I spend zero minutes on my hair. this is Saturday night’s hair being worn out on Monday morning.