life on the fence

here it comes again

tomorrow is the big 31. i'll no longer be 30, i'll be in my low 30's. i know its a subtle change, but somehow it feels different. other than the momentary reflection of another year gone by, birthdays aren't quite what they used to be. there used to be such a sense of anticipation. perhaps it was just childish naivete thinking birthdays were more about cake, presents and parties than inner reflection, one more passing year, apprehension and cautious excitement about the year to come. having said that, i'm excited about going out to lunch with my co-workers and about a quiet evening at home. the latter may seem lame to my socialite friends, but it's a welcomed gift for these recent days that have seemed so frazzled and stressful.