birthday wishes

It's the one year itch. No wonder I am feeling so detached, so anxious, so itchy. A year of writing makes me mull over where to go this year. Do I continue with this place or do I start somewhere new? Do we break up because things are beginning to feel boring and old? Or do I hang in and put forth the effort to make something great out of the foundation I have built? About now is when I could use that couch to lay down on - and someone to help me figure it out.