People keep asking me if I feel older and I hate that question because I always think to myself, “Yeah, I really feel that one plus year, my bones are telling me I need more exercise and my hair is quietly whispering they’ll be turning grey any day now.” Age is just a number and I may be one year older but I’m still me. Different than last year, that’s true, but not by that much.
My mom ordered a cake for me and I managed to eat four pieces of it (not in one day of course!). It was delicious, I even dreamed about it one night. I didn’t do anything special, just spent time with my family and friends. Besides cake which is by far the best part of birthdays, I also got lots of presents. And lots of books. Hooray!
These are the books I got for my birthday:
- Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman
- Sinner by Maggie Stiefvater
- Dark Lord of Derkholm by Diana Wynne Jones
- Power of Three by Diana Wynne Jones
- Unexpected Magic: Collected Stories by Diana Wynne Jones
- Uprooted by Naomi Novik
- The Girl You Left Behind by Jojo Moyes
- The Cuckoo’s Calling by Robert Galbraith a.k.a J. K. Rowling
I’m not sure which book I’ll read first but it’s probably going to be Uprooted because I’m in a serious fantasy mood. I’m currently reading All the Crooked Saints by Maggie Stiefvater and although I really like the book, I don’t love it as much as The Scorpio Races. It seems quite different than her other books. Still, I highlight quotes from it in almost every chapter, they’re just that good!
This afternoon I’m meeting a friend who lives in Taiwan and it’s been ages (almost 4 months) since I last saw her so I’m really excited to finally talk to her again face to face. And tomorrow my sister and her boyfriend are coming to our house and we’re having a little family gathering. Otherwise I hope I’ll manage to finish All The Crooked Saints tonight and I still have about a hundred pages left in my Sherlock Holmes book and it would be pretty great if I also finish that tomorrow.
My birthday this year wasn’t at all bad though I’m not a fan of birthdays. They remind me of time passing and I always feel like I’m not doing enough, like I should try harder and do more, read more, write more (which is funny because I haven’t written anything in almost two years – but that’s a topic for a new post). Cake and presents cheer me up but I still feel a bit sad about getting older. I keep comparing myself to other people which I know I shouldn’t but we all do that, right? My new resolution is to be kinder to myself and except the fact that I can’t do it all and I need to take things slow. Also, I’ll try not to compare myself to others. Because that will be the death of me.