My birthday is fast approaching, though I hardly realize it. I’m the type that typically needs to be reminded that it is, in fact, right around the corner. This isn’t true, of course, I know that my 36th birthday is on Monday, which is why I already put in for vacation that day…but I’d like to think I didn’t care.
What will I do, I wonder? I know nearly exactly. I will tell myself that I will sleep in for the first time in a decade, but get up at 8-ish because I can’t help but to do so. I’ll have a mental list of a half a dozen grandiose plans that I want to accomplish, including but not limited to: choosing and categorizing the images I want to use on my photography website, creating a first draft at designing said website, getting a domain name and setting up hosting on said website, practicing guitar, selling two amps, and setting up a photo studio.
What I actually will do is sit on my couch, watch Top Gear and probably play video games until 2 o’clock, at which point I will realize that I’m wasting my day, feel guilty, and consider the consequences for another couple of hours while I “wait until I get to a good save spot”.
And then I’ll be 36.