Birthdays used to suck
We’re at the cottage for my daughter’s birthday. No, it’s not my cottage. I’m not quite there yet. I rented it with another friend and it still came up to about $3,000 each for the week.
Sounds expensive, and it is, but I paid it. That may sound like a brag but it’s not. The real brag is that I paid it all with money I earned from writing projects. Not my main writing gig, other side projects that involved me offering my services. Don’t worry, you’ll learn all about those soon enough.
Today, we’re talking about birthdays. Specifically, my daughter’s 19th year around the sun. Other than the fact that she’s now legal drinking age (we had champagne and tequila), I’m excited for her. Being out here, close to the lake, enjoying time outdoors with people she loves and cares about is special.