It’s my birthday!

To be honest, I don’t have much to say about it- I just promised myself that once a week from now on, I would devote my Wednesdays to writing something. Even if it’s just a spaceholder for a feeling I intend to place at a later date and time.

I’ve been asked all day (mostly by thirsty men in my DMs) about how old I’m turning. I basically just keep saying Imma do the Beyonce thing where I say I’m 30 for like 7 or 8 years, then say I’m 36- allegedly. You know: keep ’em guessing! My age is irrelevant as fuck, really. My son already says I’m old, so that’s all that matters: I’m old! And I’m grateful for it! Grateful for amazing friends and family that went out of their way to make sure I had a great day. Grateful for an otherwise solid husband. I’m just… happy to be here still. Some folks didn’t wake up this morning, so I’m feeling particularly favored.

I talked to my oldest (step)daughter today. It was an AMAZING conversation! She’s basically like the daughter I never had- thinks just like me. I like to think some of the conversations we’ve had these last 7 years could be an obvious source for how she is why she is, but… I doubt I’m that impactful. Her mother hopped on the line to ask how I was and wish me a happy birthday- which felt like a set up, honestly. But I’ve always enjoyed having her unwavering respect. She hardly doles it out and she was willing to openly worship me in front of our kid. I’m not going to lie: it was nice! And dangerous! But my face was beat and my hair was whipped, so I feel like Peter Griffin singing “Walking on Sunshine”.

It’s been great having my kid around the last 3 weeks. I’ve likely only got about 3 weeks left, so I’m enjoying them a little at a time. He asks me like every 5 minutes if I need anything- which is refreshing! And reminds me: TREAT YO’SELF!

(In my Ice Cube voice) Today was a good day.