And yes, I turned 28 despite many a protest that I did not want to be 28, I don't think I properly did 27. Last year for my birthday I wrote about what 26 was, 26 - a rascal. I hoped that I'd be more grateful in 27, that I'd appreciate the year more.
Every year I think, this is it! I'm going to get my shit together, I'm going to be a grown up! And yet "When I grow up" is a constant mantra (well, that and "when will teleporting be a thing" - no, seriously).
I always find birthdays a time to be way more introspective than say the new year. This is my moment to define what it means for Decoybetty to be 28. And if I'd had a birthday cake, and if it had had candles on it, and were I to blow them out, I think we all know what I would wish for: A job.
I'm currently on the job high, I've just applied for a lot of jobs and pressing send on those applications is hope. Soon, I'll be on the job low, but I'm enjoying the high at the moment. The optimism and the levity that comes with hope.
In other news, I've started planning for when I'm a grown up. I've applied and been accepted to a yoga teaching course which starts in October. Every step of the application process made me question if it was the right choice. Not because I don't love yoga - I've been doing it for ten years - but because it felt like giving up. It also feels like a true step forward to future that Inspector Climate and I want to have someday. A future where I work for myself (as a yoga teacher mayhap) and we live in the country somewhere.
Here is to resurrecting buried hopes and catching new dreams.