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Pretend I typed this blog post almost two weeks ago. Because that’s when I wrote it in my head.

My birthday was nice, simple. I’ve come to accept that the best birthdays are ones not with big plans–for those leave opportunity for so much defeat–but small plans. I’ve got rules:

• Make plans no more than 48 hours in advance
• Invite no more than two people, ensuring they get along well
• Pick a low-key activity
• Enjoy

This year, I woke up early on my birthday and decided I wanted ice cream so invited a friend for a treat followed by a walk in the cemetery. They agreed, and we enjoyed a warm, sunny, but not-humid day doing those things.

It was what I wanted and what I needed. How often does that happen?

So if you’re reading this and you wished me a happy birthday, thank you.

The 30s are fraught for humans, especially the late 30s–and for women. I have struggled with that. But I am grateful for a pleasant birthday and the suggestion that there are plenty of more pleasant days to come.