Today is June 6th, which also happens to be the day I was born. After becoming a mother I’ve started to reflect on what this day must mean for my mom. I’m her first born, so it must have been filled with so much joy with equal parts fear. But I don’t really celebrate my birthday in any special way…
Today I turn 32. I’m not huge on my birthday, I just try to eat as much cake as possible. Yep, that’s my birthday goal every year. It’s not that I care whatever age I’m turning, I just don’t like getting excited over it to be disappointed. It probably comes from having a summer birthday & never having friends come to my birthday parties as a kid. It was pitiful & if I’m being completely honest, a little heartbreaking to think about.
If you watch New Girl & saw how Jess felt about her birthday, that’s me. Perfectly sums up how I feel about it. I’d love to make a big deal out of it, have fun themed parties, stretch my birthday into a whole week of celebrations…but that’s not me at the moment. I didn’t even realize today was my birthday until my husband asked me last night if I’d like to do anything…I don’t. I just want to eat cake. I know this may seem super depressing for some, but for others…well maybe you just relate & feel like the black sheep of birthday celebrations. It’s cool, we can just quietly get by on our birthday.
And this post made me completely uncomfortable to write, because now I am announcing my birthday to the world. And I’m sorry if we know each other & I don’t make a big deal of your birthday, it doesn’t come natural to me.