There are mainly three reasons to look forward to when it comes to birthdays;
1. The people you hardly know on Facebook wishing you a happy birthday. (And just so we’re clear, saying ‘hb’ is just as annoying as answering ‘k’ in a text message)
2. The birthday cards. Ahh I love handwritten notes and wishes!
3. Mom reminding you that you did nothing on the day you were born and she did all of the hard work. Which is well, true.
But most of all, the best thing about birthdays is that it reminds you how it feels to be remembered. Man I love that feeling. It’s the best when it comes from people you didn’t expect. Sometimes you go through life in fast motion, that you forget to check who’s around and who isn’t.
Every year a birthday is a good pit stop to check who is still in your life and who is not. You would be surprised to see people who were in the party last year not in this year’s party, and frankly, in your life anymore in general. I suppose this is normal – throughout your life you will change many friends, depending on the circumstances, positions in life, location.
This year my birthday was pretty mellow, but in a good way. I spent my birthday night having dinner with people I like, a birthday cake and some really good laughs. On my actual birthday I got phonecalls from my family, which literally made my day, and for the rest of it I spent doing only the things I wanted for a change – shopped around IKEA, tried on shoes that I couldn’t possibly afford, cooked dinner with some friends and watched TV. On Sunday my roommates took me out to dinner where pavlovas were involved, and it had enough sugar to make it a giggly occasion.
So how about it? Twenty six. I’m still processing the fact that I am now an officially grown woman, and you’d think I’d know how to navigate my life at least a little bit by now. But hey, last week I found myself struggling to figure out how to pay for a parking ticket, so I guess in a lot of ways, I’ve still got some things to learn, rookie.