Having a panic attack at the Paris Ballet and getting asked if they need to fetch the doctor but oh! No, I’ll manage. Running down the grand staircase, billowing skirt. Getting stares, stifling sobs. Misery!
I specifically made plans this year to be alone on my actual birthday. And it’s been so nice. The best in years, no tears! I got up early to walk around a wildflower garden, tried a new coffee shop. Read a lot. Thrifted. Sushi for dinner and a peach crepe for dessert. The only thing missing was that I never went and celebrated with my favorite paintings at the museum but I’ll have a belated party with them later. Happy birthday to me.
