Five years ago, my husband and my friend, Jadah McCoy, set up a surprise party for my 50th birthday. They were able to corral all my writer buds and friends to come to Fleet Street pub for food, drinks and so much fun.
It was the best birthday party I could’ve hoped for.
And then, there is this year.
Birthday in a Quarantine.
Actually, it’s been really good.
Way back in January, in the Before Time, I had a weird itch to do something special for my birthday this year. I put in for an entire week of vacation.
I dunno. Maybe I’m psychic.
So, I have this entire week to Do Me.
And that’s what I’m going to do.
Well, I’ll be Doing Me* while alongside doing biology homework, writing projects and other Adult Responsibilities crap but…still.
You get the idea.
2020 has been a year of Big Thinks. So, I’m going to do a tarot spread, have a lovely Think and figure out what I want to do with the next 20 or so years in this Flesh Castle.
See ya on the flip side.
*Get your head out of the gutter. Dirty bird.