I turn 32 on Wednesday. That feels big but I’m not sure why. Maybe because I remember when my parents were each this age. I was 11 when my mom turned 32 (technically, I turned a 11 two weeks later).
I haven’t decided what I’m going to do to mark my birthday. Last year, I didn’t do anything that I can recall. The year before, I had a cookout at a park/splash pad with two friends, their kids, and the woman I was dating. Four days later, my stepdad died (we weren’t ever close) and gay marriage became legal.
Yesterday, we went to a friend’s Summer Solstice party, which, if they have one, marks my birthday in my mind. It was really great to just be around other people, most of whom I did not know, talk and mingle, and watch Wallace play. It also made me realize how much my extrovert nature is repressed as a single mom who works from home and has almost no social life. When I got Wallace to bed, I really just wanted to have someone to talk to still. The floodgates of my extrovertism were opened and only a trickle of my needs were met. I don’t know what to make of that, so I’m just taking it at face value. I need more social time.
I had been considering getting some people together at the same park/splash pad and then felt stressed about it. I think I will anyway and just make it low key. I will invite a handful of people with kids and ask them to bring something to share. We’ll see what happens.