Tuesday, 5 April 2016

A little older

It was my birthday on the 21st of March and I turned a WHOPPING 27 years old.

Leading up to my birthday other people made comments about my age and the things that come with age and the typical panicked comments mostly about how my age reflected theirs. I used to be a lot more invested in the panic about getting older and for some reason this year felt a little different. I felt at ease and proud of my new age. This might be because for the first time in my life I feel I'm in an 'Okay' place life-wise. I have a stable-ish job that I love, I'm married to the love of my life (locked that shit down) and I have good friends. I also have a new "Zero Fucks Given" type attitude Im trying to enforce about the drama other people create and want to include me in.

This year I didn't have a party of get together of friends (usually planned my me) but my mother-in-law my husband's grandmother and one of my dearest cousins did come by and wish me. while I admit I was a bit sad that certain people didn't make the effort to come over or even shoot me a "Happy BDay" text I did have a really great day. I spent time with people I love, shared loving conversation and a fantastic meal, my husband spoilt me and took me on a shopping spree (this is huge because I suffer from ex-poor people's guilt at spending my hard earned money on myself).


I think I'm starting to realize more and more (and I really do think it comes with age) that life really is wonderful despite all the gunk it comes with. People are inherently good and sometimes nasty and being smothered in genuine love is amazing and often overlooked by hordes of insincere wishes and fake smiles.

Happy birthday to me!