The Big Day (30th Birthday)
I don’t know how I really felt about my Birthday this year. There was a funny constant in my life once my family got a little bigger. Every single year on Christmas my dad would get angry about something. The ones I remember the best were with me. I remember being upset one year and I didn’t want to talk. So I wrote my replies down. He threw the notebook at me. This isn’t a criticism of him, I don’t think the Navy is a very healthy place and I’ve noticed since he escaped it he’s been a lot happier.
More just the amusing trends in my life. Like how each time a special day is coming around I get sick one way or the other. This year I was incredibly tired, anxious, and nauseous on my Birthday. Ended up buying a few different meds to help me sleep, and eat. It’s a shame but not out of expectation for me. I sometimes think that perhaps above all else I’d just really love to have a year where nothing crazy happens. End to end placid. Uncertainty just looks like the thing that’ll be the death of me and that’s not an adventure I’d like to start early.