Impatience is my trademark. For those who don’t know, that’s why they call me lightspeedchick. Today is a serious test of what little patience I have.
It’s my birthday. It’s Valentine’s Day. I’m psyched and I can’t wait to get home and start celebrating. With my Valentine tonight, with my friends tomorrow, with my family Sunday night. A three-day run of fun, food, drink and good company is about to start, and I can’t wait. Jumping out of bed this morning, I rejoiced that at 31, I could still be as excited as a kid about my birthday.
Today feels like the last day of school. We’re moving to our downtown offices and everyone’s packing, nobody’s working. At least if we were working, the day might go by more quickly. I’m jitterbugging on my chair, eagerly counting the minutes before I can leave and start enjoying this weekend.