Birthday

I'm 43 years old today.
It's the first time in my life that I feel nothing about my birthday. Usually I'm happy, want to celebrate -- either alone or with others. This year, it's hard to care. The only thing I feel is a sense of sadness at my own sense of apathy.

( This becomes just a bit too depressing not to put behind a cut. It's not about how old I am. I couldn't care less about my age. )

Tarot

Until I received my free birthday reading email offer from Tarot.com this morning, it hadn't even occurred to me to do my own annual ritual.

Maybe I can do that when some of my friends are here tomorrow.

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Gods, I hate this.

I Broke His Ring

Last Spring, when we went on our romantic retreat for Lohain's birthday, he bought me a simple hematite ring. A few weeks later, I started wearing it on my left hand, and I've continued to wear it.

Until 10 minutes ago when I was screaming-crying in the shower and slamming my palms against the tile wall, and I shattered it.

I'm devastated.



FUCK!

Prayers for Another

Someone very dear to me went to the emergency room this morning, and is going to be hospitalized for several days.

I just left the hospital, where I was able to talk to them a little bit. I was grateful to be allowed in at all.

I think it will turn out okay, but I ask your prayers.

*Hugs F-List

This has been, without a doubt, the worst birthday I've ever had.

But your support has meant everything.

Thank you for being here, and for caring.

What if there's Bears???

A little grim humor before I head off to bed. . .

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