Happy birthday to me!
Okay, so maybe turning 30 isn’t such a bad thing, when you think of the alternative. For a long time, growing up, I had this idea that I would die young. I don’t know where it came from, and just for that reason I couldn’t shake it off. But the age when I had thought I’d go came and went, and here I am.
I’m not happy to be this old, the years have passed too quickly and I don’t feel I’ve done as much as I’ve wanted. But then, hopefully I have even more years to come. Life doesn’t end at 30, does it?
My birthday comes with great weather. And as a bonus, it’s the day for the yearly free lunch at Globen city. We got to sit in the sun and eat salmon and noodles. It really feels like the first summer day.
This evening I’ve said no to celebrations, but of course I couldn’t say no to my mom, so she’ll come over for dinner. I’ve made a cheesecake and we can sit on the balcony if the good weather keeps up.
K got me an mp3 player which also has a recording function. Now I can podcast! Well, not now, but as soon as I’ve figured out how it works and what sound editing software I need. The question is whether to do it in English or Swedish? Or both? And should I keep it focused on a subject or just do ramblings from my not so interesting life?
I’d like to look back on the year when I was 29. What have I accomplished during this year?
I’ve lived with K for a whole year, and can’t imagine life on my own. Isn’t that strange? The human mind adapts easily.
I got the e-zine out there, but then failed to finish the second issue.
I’ve witnessed the greatest worry of my past seven or so years find a solution. Not the greatest possible, but one I can live with.
I’ve worked around the clock with the greatest disaster I’ve had to face so far in my work as a journalist. Managing the pages where relatives could post their photos of their missed ones during the week after the tsunami brought the disaster close.
I’ve been to Greece for the first time, a lovely lazy summer holiday.
I’ve taken theatre classes.
I’ve had continuous problems trying to sell my apartment, and now finally got it sold.
I’ve been to London twice, Rome once and have returned to Malta after five years.
Archived comments from my old publishing system:
Magnus from Sweden writes:
Congratulations. Sweet 30 is the best, I remember it just like it was the last century…
M-o-m: 7 – 2005-6-14 13:51
Helena from Cambridge USA writes:
Happy Birthday! Ah yes. There’’s life after 30, indeed. May yours get better and better and go on and on!
M-o-m: 5 – 2005-6-14 17:43
Lapparna from Norrland writes:
Grattis på din stora dag!!
M-o-m: 5 – 2005-6-14 19:35
Lotta from Stockholm writes:
Thank you all! Yep, I survived. :-)
M-o-m: 7 – 2005-6-15 11:11
Daddy Fool from Stockholm writes:
And I was not invited? Häppi böjthday ännivej!
M-o-m: 7 – 2005-6-17 1:28
Lotta from Stockholm writes:
No one was. Way too much 30 year angst. But sometime this fall there’’ll be one hell of a party. Promise!
M-o-m: 7 – 2005-6-20 23:21
F-i-n from http://f-i-n.diaryland.com/ writes:
the dying young thing…yeah, I’’ve wondered about it too.
M-o-m: 5 – 2005-6-23 4:29