Today I cracked out a quote by Noel Coward, not knowing it was by Noel Coward, that almost got me into trouble. About a very cute (but young) new staff member: “Have him washed and sent to my room!”.
Apparently, the actual quote is: “Have him shaved, oiled and brought to my tent.” So there is that.
Today is my birthday and I have been very spoilt. I feel loved and cared for, and although I feel that way a lot because I am a lucky so and so, it’s nice to be reminded of it on your special day.
I am typing this with an inflatable golden crown upon my head. I have had cake for breakfast and a few people have proclaimed me too youthful looking to be 37. Alas, I am 37 but if this is what being that old means, I’ll take it.
I am young and old at the same time, standing on the right side of a life of experience, ready to wade into the next. I am loved and I love, the two most important things in life. For a little while I wondered if this would ever be possible but now I know, all those times I despaired of myself and of my situation, they were only markers by which to measure the rest of my life. The good times, the challenging and the peaceful.
I am happier now than I have ever been. Even Idris Elba wrapped in a silky bow couldn’t lead me away from the life I have (but I’d like him to try).
My desk is covered in pink glitter. It’s everywhere. On my face, on my keyboard keys, my phone; and all over my life, a modern twist on a Winter landscape.