Nobody likes you when you're 33.

birthday thoughts...

It’s 1:42pm on my 33rd birthday. I just got a haircut (that my mom sneakily paid for) and I’m sitting in a cafe, looking out at a dreary day in Greenpoint, enjoying my cold brew and overall not sure what to do with myself.

I took this day off a few months ago at this point, knowing I’d need a haircut, maybe thinking I’d get a pedicure, and until last night I had a morning boxing class booked (instead, I laid in bed watching the Good Doctor until I had to leave the house).

I am usually a big birthday person, but this year I feel like I’ve had to force the desire to do anything. I don’t think this has to do with getting older — I am honestly feeling overall good about aging and still get the sense that some of my best years may be ahead of me (phew). I felt this way last year, too, and I wonder if that’s just what happens after you’ve celebrated thirty-something birthdays on this planet?

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