Birthdays tend to kick up dirt, don’t they? At least they do for me. I end up tripping over anxieties I thought I had successfully buried in the previous 364 days of the year, but that one day has the power to undo all my hard work.
I have some news to break to you. This might be hard to hear, but you need to hear it. I…I found a grey hair today. Actually, it was more white than grey, and thicker than all the other hairs around it, which means it’s a new one right? Like in those terrible books/ films Twilight where the newest vampires are the strongest? I appear to have gone off on a tangent, but that happens sometimes; especially for an elderly woman of my age. Gah.