Tomorrow will be the first day of the rest of my life
Tonight will be my last night being 30. Tomorrow, when I’ll wake up, I’ll be in my thirty-second year… What used to be a non-event for years (non-event as “please spare me and forget I’m getting older today’) has become the most expected day of the year for me. Not for the social implications (I still feel like I “disturb” my relatives…), but for the outcome it represents in my eyes. Last week, I made sure everything around me is as tidy and clean as possible (physically and virtually…). Yeah… I’m superstitious like that: a peaceful environment for a peaceful year!
Happy birthday to me! ;o)