Another year, another birthday! I’m not sure I feel any wiser (though you can refer to my birthday wisdom from last year). But I definitely feel older, mostly because all those french fries are starting to catch up with me.
What I love about having an August birthday is that it comes right before my favorite season: fall. Fall for me is the season of new beginnings, fresh starts, and crisp, empty notebooks. And thanks to my birthday I get to spend the whole month preparing my wardrobe and mindset for the debut of a new and improved 26-year-old bibliophile.
What are your favorite birthday traditions?
Feliz cumpleano mi amorsita!