Monday was my birthday!
Is that why you didn’t post on Monday?…or Friday?
On Friday, I had an event that I’ll actually be talking about here a little later. On Monday, I was sick. Yep, sick on my birthday. Not fun.
I was one who wasn’t a fan of my birthday. It was only recently that I decided to fully celebrate it. I’m 28 years old. My 21-year-old self never thought she’d live this long.
With a new appreciation for my day of birth and my age, I actually wanted to celebrate. It’s tough because it’s the beginning of the school year and people don’t give a shit. It was only this year that I realized my birthday celebration should be for me, not others (though having others there makes it more fun). So I decided to celebrate how I wanted to.
I’m not saying you have to celebrate your birthday. I know plenty who don’t. But don’t shove it to the side, and definitely don’t shove your age to the side. Your age is not something to be ashamed of. I know it’s easy for me, a young 28-year-old, to say. And I’m also not telling you to share to the world if you don’t want to. What I’m saying is don’t hate your age. You’ve grown, and that’s what we’re meant to do.
Happy Birthday to me! And happy birthday to all who celebrate!