I had a birthday.

It went by. Friends, family and husband were very good to me and yet the day was filled with tears, some happy some sad. And my birthday seemed to last a week and a half. As 28 should not. It is 0345 and I need to get up in 2 hrs for work but I'm here typing away after an evening with an old friend. I'm older, should know better, but after more drinks than this girl should have, find myself silently introspectively analyzing where I am at and still wondering where I want to be... as all that I thought I had planned doesn't seem to be going that way or in the time-line that I expected. Still reflecting on nostalgic memories and wondering where I will end up. I have yet to let go of what I thought would be my future, and started living what is now. I know deep yet so less enchanting than it should be. More than 2 drinks makes me less cute, makes me more talky, makes me verbalize crap that is fleeting through my mind. and I need to spill out onto a virtual page, empty myself as I already feel drained. Ok! enough! good night. This next day shall come too soon!