Last Friday was my birthday. I was supposed to go out and have a night of it, but I just was not up for it. Maybe it’s age (I am now officially into my 30s), or maybe I’m just boring, but I like to think of it as just another step in the process of listening to myself a little better and trying to pay attention to what I actually want and need to do. Baby steps, you know? But it was a super nice weekend, full of good food, and good wine, and really low key fun.
Saturday we went out to dinner at my favorite deli, and afterword I treated myself to some local hiking and camping books. I don’t think I’ll manage to get in a camping excursion this year, but at least I can be ready for spring and do some local hiking. Today we went to the National Arboretum, which I’ve never been to and it was pretty awesome. We only ran around about 1/3 of it, but I can’t wait to go back.
Sometimes I really love being in DC. I mean we went to this amazing park, that’s right in town, and totally free. And there’s so much to do, and explore, if you want. DC drives me nuts, too but overall, I’m not sure if there’s a place right now that I’d rather be. So, I’m 31. I’m happy with where I am both literally and figuratively. Who knew?