This weekend I got older, which is always odd. Birthdays are strange and awkward for me, and while I like the excuse for presents I'm not a big birthday celebration fan. Everyone else seems to think me turning older is a much bigger deal than I do. Maybe I just don't like having all the attention on me, and I feel a lot of pressure around my birthday to just be all "me, me, me" and it's kind of obnoxious.
Which sounds totally ungrateful, and maybe it is. I'm not all that fancy a person, and most of my wants are pretty low key. Mostly all I wanted was dinner at one of my favourite restaurants and a trip to the museum, which will wait till June, when the exhibit I want to see starts. Other than that? All I really wanted was a fancy coffee and a dinner with just me and my husband, followed by cuddling up on the couch watching some old motorcycle races with a glass of nice wine.
We ended up doing a little bit more than that - handled some shopping and did some planned spending from one of my gift card bonuses from work. New book, new blazer (on sale! with a bonus discount card! in a colour I'd been looking for!) and even a new camera. Which means that I will finally make good on those promises to share pictures of my crafting and some baking recipes. If the battery ever charges, that is (I bought the floor model, and the charger won't light up, so I'm not 100% sure if it's working or not. If not, back to the store it goes for an exchange). I also had my third driving lesson this morning which was tons of fun.
I'm not sure how I feel about turning 28. 27 was a strange, surreal year with some of the biggest lows and most amazing ups I've ever had. It will always be the year I got married, and that's pretty awesome, but a lot of hard stuff happened too. I don't know how much I need in the way of fancy celebrations for this turn around the globe, really. But it was a nice day, when everyone else wasn't trying to fuss so much over it.