Birthdays are a funny thing. When you’re a kid, it was the next best thing to Christmas. As a teenager, it marked one step closer to being an adult. Remember when you couldn’t wait to turn 18? Yeah, so overrated!
In your early twenties it was a reason to party. And boy did I party!By the time you hit your mid-twenties, it was a time to panic. When I turned 25, I was mortified. My life was not what I pictured it to be at 18. My life wasn’t even almost together! I wasn’t in the career I studied for, I still living at home, and not even close to being married. I thought my life would be over and that it would be all downhill.
I had a renewed sense of energy, passion, and drive. It was like being twenty all over again except a whole lot smarter (and a better planner!). Boy did I need it because since then, it’s been a crazy ride! At 31 on was on the last leg of my pregnancy and now at 32 it’s a whole different kind of party. What did I want for my birthday? A few hours of alone time, to do some shopping and walk the mall without pushing a stroller. I wanted to go into a dressing room and actually try on clothes, take my time browsing the racks, and drink a Pumpkin Spice latte in peace. Thanks to my wonderful husband, that’s exactly what I did yesterday and it was the most amazing 4 hours ever! (Promise to share what I bought in an upcoming post.) I didn’t need a party, a great dinner, or even a cake. I spend so much time taking care of other things that for once, I just wanted to take care of myself.
So what’s on tap for my actual birthday today? Sitting home in my favorite Mickey Mouse pajamas taking care of my sick baby. She’s had a bad head cold since Saturday so there’s going to be plenty of tissue, fluids, and cuddles. I don’t mind though! I couldn’t imagine spending this monumental day with anyone else.
Have a great Monday everybody!