Forgot to write something on my past birthday. Actually, I didn’t write anything last month. Actually, it’s already mid December and I haven’t published this post.
Well, I spent my birthday on a biz trip to cdmx. Following weekend, I didn’t plan a party. I didn’t celebrate. No big parties like the days of olde. Well, there was some small gathering at a friends place and it was cool, but, different.
I’m not depressed either, just not considering it –the day, my birthday– that relevant right now. I mean, I do remember with nostalgic joy those times were all my friends were:
- without kids
- in this country
But as they say:
It’s not exactly that I need/needed it (the big, full of people, crazy party), I can do just fine without it.
It’s just… I don’t know. Growing old, it used to be different, more crazy and fun. It’s still crazy, it’s still fun, but in different ways.
I think I wrote this back in October 30, as the date on the draft shows, and now, couple of months later, it feels kinda the same. Even more apathy: this post is less and less relevant (for me, I know you people couldn’t care less about it) as time goes by.
I have been busy at work, lots of issues that need solving. Haven’t had time to write properly, or to worry about other things. Even sadder: haven’t had time to push on other artistic projects (like that damned short film I was making). Well, one thing I haven’t given up is writing short stories. I love that, but my production has been going down a bit also lately.
Hopefully, current holidays will help both: mend my troubled mind and finish (or at least make some progress) on several side projects.