Is it just me, or is December flying by? I rang in a new age on Saturday; for some reason, I feel great the days leading up to my birthday but my birthday itself is always, without fail, a roller coaster of emotions. To be honest, I can't remember the last birthday that didn't end in tears. Maybe it's just a day where reflecting on the year and feeling insecure about the next is naturally magnified. (Hopefully? Please tell me I'm not crazy.) It has been brought to my attention quite a bit recently that my online life, as portrayed via Twitter, Instagram, and my blog, looks pretty hunky-dory. And I know most of you know that isn't true at all, and that I've occasionally let slip my insecurities on my blog in the past. Trust me, there are MANY more that live in my head.
I'm not going to ignore the fact that I've been really, really lucky this past year. I've had amazing travels and equally amazing eats along the way. I get to pursue a job that I am passionate about and very much challenged by. I have supportive parents, friends and boyfriend. For all that, I'm extremely grateful. So why, for the love of god, do I feel so shitty on my birthday? I start to stress about things that are useless to stress over. For whatever reason, rational Alice goes in hiding on that day. For now, I'm glad that day is over. I've got too much to accomplish before the year is over to waste time being stressed and upset. Let me get off before I run my mouth and write something I'll regret later. ;)
Was the fog not ridiculous today?