It’s been not quite, but very nearly forty-eight hours since my birthday had begun and then passed. I kept to my usual weekday birthday rituals that seem boring and usual but give me the birthday peace I welcome. I like to spend most of the day alone, usually a couple of hours at Starbucks but this year I really, really wanted French toast. I also go shopping, some window, some not. My mom used to give me money so I kind of like to keep that tradition alive when I can. This year had the added component of live blogging my day on Instagram, which wasn’t as odd as I had anticipated. I’m also indulging in a writing/spiritual retreat next weekend as my birthday gift to myself (with my family’s help and support, of course.)