Can't believe how unexcited I am about my birthday. For the second year in a row.

I don't even know if I am the same person who would start counting down to her birthday soon as March began, and would make sure the day was full of wonderful plans with not a dull moment! 

I could never understand how people stopped getting excited about their birthdays over time - guess I do now. Ughhh. I spent my last birthday shopping by myself and catching up with a few friends for a quiet dinner. This time around friends are coming up with plans and I'm turning them down in favour of a quiet dinner (again), or possibly even a night in with family and mum's cooking. 

Did I let life get to me?