birthday

So it was my birthday, turned 26. It didn’t feel as normal as I thought, it made me feel a little frantic inside. There is so much to do and I don’t really seem to be engaging in life. Just letting it cruise by, more money, more stuff, more money, more stuff…no passion.

Anyway here is my cake: It was really choctastic, the first time I have ever had a cake and wished there was more cake and less icing.

And here is a film of the dog messing about with the wrapping paper: Download dog_birthday.3gp

I suppose I am just tired of trying all the time, feeling anxious, worrying about the future or the past or about what’s happening right at the moment.

The interview in London was bizarre. The interviewer was very hard on me, but I feel like he winkled the truth from me whether I wanted to tell it or not. If you gave some banal answer he kept pushing until I just kind of spewed the truth. I suppose for the first time I really feel that an interviewer got to know me…and if they don’t want me it is because I wouldn’t fit in, and if they do it's going to be really challenging but an experience. Though I would rather be in a jungle, but its not that simple.

I had a really wonderful birthday and Ms Sock looked after me beautifully and gave me the most beautiful bags (one of which she knitted herself from a Noni pattern - finally a bag big enough to hold all my crap) not to mention the delightful chillow. I have no idea how I existed before it. Truly an experience.

Comments

[sukigirl]

Sounds like you had a lovely birthday. You should give yourself the birthday gift of not worrying.
Easier said than done.
suki