38 Candles

Yesterday was my birthday. I don’t remember being this angsty about birthdays in the past, but this one resulted in a lot of quiet reflection. It’s not about getting older, really, just trying to figure out where I thought I’d be when I was 38, where I actually am, and where I’d rather be. You know, angst.

I also did an experiment. I put all 38 candles on my cake…pretty sure that guarantees my wish comes true, right?