It’s my birthday today and I started it by having an existential crisis. Instead of feeling in a joyful mood after having a fantastic weekend with friends in St. Louis, I woke up feeling quite down. Birthdays are one of those occasions that in my experience are either really excellent or just downright miserable. There is nothing inherently going wrong today, but there also isn’t the sort of celebratory atmosphere that I was truly hoping for. Going from such a high on the weekend with such a hustle and bustle of activity to all of a sudden being home and not being surrounded by family and friends has been difficult. I was especially dreading the fact that my husband was scheduled to work today and instead of spending the evening together, I was going to be left to my own devices. There is just something about spending most of your birthday alone that doesn’t sit right. It’s times like these that the geographical distance from friends and family really takes its toll. I’m planning on getting a group of friends together on Saturday for a belated birthday celebration so hopefully that will make up for the melancholy vibes today. On a happier note, I got the idea to invite my mother to spend 10 days with me in early August. She almost cried with excitement when I told her. It’s really special to be able to give someone that kind of gift.