So yesterday, the 14th, was my birthday. Technically, I’m writing this at 1:28 in the morning so it’s still my birthday because I was born at 3:15am. I have a couple of hours left before my birthday really ends.
And it’s been a pretty normal day.
I don’t normally celebrate my birthday. Never have. I don’t know why. It’s weird because I celebrate other people’s birthdays. So happy to celebrate it with them. But my own? It never felt important to me.
Yesterday, I greeted midnight finishing the fourth draft of my script that I’ve been working on since the end of January. I’ve been working on it for 2 months now with T-Rex Entertainment and I can’t wait for it to come out. It feels big. I have no idea how it’s going to be received but I’m just so excited to be doing a movie again.
I submitted it at six in the morning. I went to sleep and woke up at ten to go to school for an important meeting and then my two Wednesday classes. When that was done, I went home and did a few more work stuff before coming here to write.
Thats all I really wanted to do. Teaching and writing. It was nothing special but it felt nice to just be. I’m thirty-nine now. The last year of my thirties. I can’t believe I’ll be forty next year.
Where did the time go?