Mystery trip for my birthday
You’ll just have to manage without me for this week. Think of the anticipation that will meet my next epistle. The reason I’m absconding is a birthday surprise. I was told to be ready at 8am tomorrow morning for I know not where, until the weekend. I’ve sort of packed but very haphazardly, and I sort of loosely put in a bikini but I doubt there’ll be much use for it as there wasn’t any mention of a passport. And British summer seems to be over.
What do we think of being whisked away for a birthday surprise? It feels special, romantic, pampering, and fun. But where can it be and will it match up to the whirring fantasties of what it might hold. Surprise and disappointment are inevitably mixed up. What one imagines will always be more dazzling than what actually happens. Our hopes heighten what we’re envisaging and then it’s often that crash down with a dull thud when it starts pouring, the bed’s uncomfortable, the room’s on a busy road and the view’s just a parking place and not the glinting ocean.
You can tell I’m a moody Cancerian, but I’m also one of life’s optimists so I reckon this is going to be a great few days and my birthday will bring lots of happiness-and presents -and maybe even some revelations for what direction to take next as I enter a new age.
Let me know how you feel. And have you been to my site, www.sharonfeinstein.co.uk