Happy Birthday!!

Come for the cake, stay for the self-reflection

My beautiful soblings,

This time last year, I was full of dread. Absolutely drowning in it. Maybe you remember my very first post here, where I decided to cancel all holidays because I couldn’t handle how they mark the passing of time.

The Holidays are Cancelled

You can read it there ⬆️

It might be that I doubled my Lexapro dosage, but I feel much more at peace about the seasons changing this year.

My dad called me on the way home from work a few evenings ago and said that noticing the days shorten is like being at the top of a rollercoaster, looking down at the huge drop into icky winter. If my dad and I were in charge of the weather, it would be perfect 75º and sunny from 6am to 8pm every single day. I guess it can, like, snow on Christmas or whatever. But apparently “people in charge of weather” isn’t an actual job title, so we bravely carry on in these ridiculous circumstances.

Anyway, I understand his analogy about the rollercoaster and the gut punch that comes with knowing it will be dark at 4pm in the near future.

But here’s a fun fact about me: I hate rollercoasters. One time I rode the rickety old wooden one at Knott’s Berry Farm (to be fair, it has since been totally refurbished) and during some of the turns, I instinctually REACHED MY HAND OUT TO GRAB SOMETHING AND STOP THE RIDE. That’s like the first rule of rides! Keep arms and legs inside the car.

Watching this video, I noticed they have MULTIPLE signs with this reminder placed throughout the ride.

So actually, maybe I wasn’t the first person to ever do that. (My condolences to whoever tried to stop the ride with their leg.)

What I’m trying to say here is that I’ve decided not to go on the rollercoaster. I’m going to wait in line for funnel cake and maybe use the bathroom, and you are welcome to join me.

Love Always,
Christina

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