Hangovers in your thirties are no joke.
After celebrating my birthday last night, I feel pretty useless.
I can tell today is one of those days where I will be confined to a couch for the foreseeable future.
Usually, I would be pretty hard on myself, but today, I'm giving myself one free pass. After all, this is no longer the rule - it's the exception.
I've always been the type of person to go out, stay up late, and not really think ahead.
However, in my wise old age of 30, I'm learning how to look a little further ahead and turn my ambitions into tangible steps. Hangovers are becoming rarer and instead of headaches and moaning, my mornings are filled with coffee and writing.
For now, I'll embrace my cushy couch confinement and start my long road to recovery.