I'm not someone who is dreading the day I turn 30. I'm excited for it. I love my birthday.
I really just want to have a good day. Is that so much to ask? Some years, many years, I feel like that IS too much to ask.
I just deleted 4 paragraphs about awful birthdays I've had and my plans for Saturday and the negative things I will be expecting to happen. Have I always been so pessimistic?
I think I probably have been.
Even though I never wanted to be.
If you ask me I'd always say I'm optimistic. Instead, actually, I think I am just hopeful. Always hoping for the best, but almost always disappointed it seems. It wears on me.
Again, I am going to hope for the best for Saturday night. Hope for the best in year 31.