Sleeping feels intentional in a long, flowy nightgown. As much as I loved the big t-shirt of yore, wearing one to bed now feels akin to flinging a sticky hand around in court. Trying not to live life by accident anymore and it’s manifesting in victorian nightgowns.
I specifically made plans this year to be alone on my actual birthday. And it’s been so nice. The best in years, no tears! I got up early to walk around a wildflower garden, tried a new coffee shop. Read a lot. Thrifted. Sushi for dinner and a peach crepe for dessert. The only thing missing was that I never went and celebrated with my favorite paintings at the museum but I’ll have a belated party with them later. Happy birthday to me.
