Today is my birthday. I am feeling decidedly un-birthday-ish.
Rico is back for a visit, which is wonderful, and we had a nice dinner last night with a colleague, and have fun plans for the rest of the weekend. But I am in a bit of a funk. Very subtle, but I just can't seem to get excited or really *feel* much of anything except rather numb.
Maybe it's because of the terrible dream I had last night. It was about one of my worst fears, the kind you are afraid to even put a name to and write about lest you unwittingly make it come true. I have nightmares and vivid dreams that shake me up on a regular basis, bit this one was different. It really messed with me on a core level. I know I should pay attention.
Then again, maybe feeling un-birthday-ish is simply what happens as you get older. And, at 26, I am decidedly old. Ha, ha.