This past Wednesday was my 29th birthday. I don’t feel obligated to hide or shield my age from the public quite yet as I haven’t yet hit 30; I can’t for certain say I won’t start to withhold my age after I pass the 30 threshold, but for now, let us enjoy some transparency regarding my age.
I’m a bit of a hypocrite when it comes to birthdays. For anyone else’s birthday aside from my own, I try my best to make the person celebrating a birthday feel special, seen, and appreciated. After all, we get one day a year to celebrate ourselves, so why not take advantage and make the most of it?
I actually get annoyed with friends and family when they try to downplay or minimize their birthday, but I’m my own worst enemy when it comes to my own. I don’t know why, but when my birthday rolls around, I get uncomfortable receiving a lot of attention and try to downplay my own day as much as possible.
I know, I know. I admitted to being a hypocrite in the context of birthdays.
I have to say, however, that year after year, the most important and loved people in my life ensure my birthday is not overlooked or minimized, and this year’s was no exception. I had a lovely lunch with my mom, dad and sister during which I was given far too many gifts; I enjoyed dinner with my husband and he got me some absolutely gorgeous roses, my favourite, plus some extra and unnecessary gifts to boot, and he and I shared a quiet evening together at home in the company of our two cats and our pupper.
Thank you to everyone who took time out of their day to wish me a happy birthday. It was a great one.
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