My husband, at least as competitive as I, and probably more so, came with me to a Spin class tonight. I planned Spin + Body Pump, and Spin was enough. I’m still sore from Tuesday’s effort, so Spin was enough.

He has to leave Monday for a work thing. My significant birthday is Tuesday; I made reservations at Yoshi’s for dinner and Leon Russell after. I saw Leon Russell shortly after my 18th birthday, at the Tower in Philly. I was so eagerly anticipating that intimate time, and when he told me it was crushed, so was I.

Perhaps I’m subconsciously focused on “an age.” Or “an event.” Either way, I have no back up plan, and my best GFs and siblings aren’t here, and I kind of want to just cry about that.

After the morning’s meetings are done, I’ll just go ride my bike. And hope that I get a perspective on a new decade that I don’t have now.

Color me always hopeful.