the week was brutal. i was tired and frustrated from work. i booked the wrong flight for my friend.  i nearly ran my dear car onto a roundabout.  i also offered a lift home for two strangers whose car broke down by the traffic light... at one thirty... in the morning.

i could have been dead. but i am not. so i am grateful. grateful and tired.

and in the midst of all... i turned the big 31. i feel alright. maybe too exhausted to feel anything actually. but i am actually oh so lucky. and i am smiling this time.