the birthday dilemma

If you know me at all you know I don't like birthdays. Correction, I don't like my birthday.
I'm just not into them.
It's pretty ridiculous really because from about three months out I am counting the days (23 sleeps to go if your were wondering) and making lists about things I want to do and presents I would like. I totally buy into the hype.
For some reason or another I always end up disappointed. It's like as soon as I make a plan it finds a way to unmake its self. For as long as I can remember I have ended the day thinking, 'well that's it I guess...'
So this year I'm making no less lists and no plans (ok so maybe a couple of plans but nothing big). Yes I am counting sleeps but I refuse to buy into the hype. I'm going to have an awesome day just because the world is beautiful and there for me to enjoy. The fact that it's my birthday will just a bonus.

I'm going to be spontaneous, I'm going to enjoy the company of my friends and family, I'm going to eat cake and have fun. That my friends is about as far as my planing goes.

I'm going to leave my teenage self behind with a new out look on birthdays and life.

I'll get back to you in 23 days and let you know how it went.