It’s that magical time when night has quite decided to blend into the day.
The sun, well, she hasn’t even thought of coming up.
I haven’t decided if I’m going to publish this random musing, but as I write it, 3am ticks in.
It’s my birthday.
As wonderful as they are, especially as I get older, birthdays force me to look inside – it’s a ritual of sorts.
I dredge up past, add a dash of the present, mix in some sadness, with blind smatterings of optimism.
This time around, all I do is smirk at the silliness of it all.
Maybe that’s what growing up is all about. Fear gives way to something powerful.
I stare despondency dead straight in the eye and call his bluff.
Enfin, je suis reconnaissant pour la vie que je vis
I may not necessarily be 100% there but I am content.
That’s my great fantastical birthday message.
Everything is alright.