I feel like my birthday just snuck up on me this year.
Usually I’m prepared. Usually I’ve evaluated my old birthday list, and I’m ready with a whole new set of goals.
This year I’m running on Nepali time, where everything is delayed for, well, however long it takes.
I don’t have a new list.
I barely remember what’s on my old list.
And part of me kind of doesn’t care.
(The other part, of course, is still the same old OCD Elizabeth and wants to make a new list.)
Maybe I’ll come up with a new set of goals. Maybe I’ll even revisit the old ones.
Or maybe I’ll just celebrate my birthday this year by listening to some of my favorite Nepali songs on repeat and dancing at my desk.
My boys would be so proud.