PS. This is based on a personal experience
As days to my twenty fine birthday drew nearer, I was on
a roller coaster of emotions., filled with anxiety, excitement and fear the
whole time. This one was a special one, I was eagerly anticipating it because I
guess it’s the 1st birthday that I’m celebrating when I’m actually in
charge. By in charge I mean, I could actually afford treating myself out, a
fancy cake or whatsoever I wanted to do with my life that day.
The anticipation grew intense each day until D day.
My birthday was okay, I had wanted it to be a lot more
than merely okay, I had wanted a mind-blowing fulfilling experience (not so
lavish or fancy) from those that love and care about me. I had high expectations,
I wanted lots of attention, it’s like some tiny little bit of me wanted to be
put on a pedestal and worshipped because it was “my” birthday.
What a joke!
So that long awaited morning, it rained unexpectedly, power
went off too. Haha!
I had a huge beautiful cake all by myself. Later in
the day I met with a friend, we spent half the afternoon trying to find a fancy
place to sit at and have some fine dining.
You’ll be shocked, we ended up at KFC. My taste buds
too that day had high expectations of what they were going to have, but guess
what I gave them, Kentucky Fried Chicken and terribly done KFC crushers.
Disappointed.
Later in the day, I ended up stuck at a bar trying to
find a place to shake my body, grab a beer, loosen up a little. Curfew happened
and I spent the whole night sitting in the corner of a bar at the counter,
stranded and alone.
The 24 hours in 15th of every August have
never felt shorter and longer at the same time than this year’s. I wanted to do
more, to get more satisfaction from that day but couldn’t, I also wanted it to
end so fast so that I can get back home to my bed. (I hate the cold outside)
I was disappointed that my day had turned out to be
the dullest and slowest day of all days, more so upset at myself that I had expected
so much from people around me than myself.
Here’s my 2 cents from that day. Celebrating your
birthday is cool but its “YOUR” birthday, not your friends’, sisters’, boyfriends’,
and definitely not your best friends’ day either. So the best way to have a
blast on your birthday, is have plans for yourself on how you want to spend it,
don’t sit around like I did and expect your friends to come and help you
celebrate it, who knows what they could be dealing with that day.
Lastly but also most importantly, celebrate yourself
more regularly, normalize living each day like it’s your birthday, go do that
pedicure and manicure, that spa day, go to a fine restaurant and get that fine
meal, eat cake more often if you have a sweet tooth. Pour yourself a glass of
wine more often. Take that road trip, go camping etc., whatever helps you sleep
better at night.
This I’ve learnt and known that, people who do such
more often aren’t usually drained by the excitement on D-day, it’s simply another
day where you give yourself the usual self-love all day long.
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