i tend to get rather gloomy and sentimental on birthdays and this one is no exception. the untempered progression of years makes me so very uneasy. which usually translates into a foul mood. there is nothing more unpleasant than a brooding birthday girl though is there? so, this morning, as a farewell to 27, i flung myself naked off the dock of the pond. twice, for good measure. which was my way of slapping the brooding birthday girl across the face, and told myself to get on with it.
to play it safe though i am spending the better part of the evening cleaning and baking lest an errant pillow or an empty cookie jar angers the birthday girl.
tomorrow will be filled with avocados and good cheeses and lilacs, and a sleep-in as i attempt to take on 28 with grace and pride.
also... there is this mirror in the hoop house and i never paid much mind to it until yesterday when i was searching for space near its base and i looked up and caught my reflection. i took a photo. i wish you could see the mountains in the reflection behind me. they would floor you, like they do me. but instead, its a just a grainy picture of me. i hate photos of myself. unless they are with somebody or some furry animal i love. this one isn't very focused or clear, so it makes me more comfortable. but i thought it would be wise to remember what i looked like at 27. so, please excuse it. it is an act of self-preservation.
Posted by kate at 1:23 PM