I wish I could say that I had a phenomenal birthday practice this morning, but instead I have a not so phenomenal birthday ladies holiday. And an even less phenomenal birthday headache.
Normally I love this day. It’s one of my favorite days of the year and I’m not shy about letting everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) know that on this day 28 years ago, I was born and for that reason, this day is SO COOL. But throw in cramps and the first day of ladies holiday, and suddenly I feel old and insecure and tired. And ugly. And fat. Well, maybe not fat. But definitely ugly.
(The slight hangover from the vintage Cava at last night’s party might be a contributing factor here, too.)