Birthday blues
And how I'd like to feel instead.
Last week I turned 37. A proper adult age. You can’t really hide behind 37, can’t pretend that you’re still a kid. Nobody wants to hear about a 37-year-old still processing their high school experience.
Birthdays, like any anniversary really, can be a mind-fuck. While I wish I was a deeply enlightened person who met each birthday with grat…