#DirtyThirtyExtravaganza

Every year, I write a birthday post, in which, I do a quick recap of my year. I talk about what the year looked like, what I would like to do better in the one coming up, what I would change, yada yada. Some sort of a stock taking - you know? This year, I got nothing. Quite simply, 'New decade, New Stories' is my mantra for now.

But, I will say this, I went to a Backstreet Boys concert with the best girlfriends in a gold sequins dress, and cried when they performed a row from me. If that isn't everything I needed from my big 3-0, then I don't know what is.

30, let's do this, I got plans for you.

Broken

I can't say when or why

I can't even tell you how

But in a fleeting moment I knew 

Maybe it was the resounding snap

Of a broken connection

Or the deafening silence

Of the words that weren't said

But I knew in that moment 

As an unfamiliar melancholy took over

It was the feeling I associated

With losing something 

I didn't even own