Birthdays & adulthood

Isn’t it funny when you think of your older self?

How crazy was I for birthdays? I loved planning birthdays and surprises for my family and friends. I used to start counting down my birthday a month in advance. Fast forward to - now - when I am just an adult. End of story. *insert rolling eye emoji*

This year has been probably nothing but a downfall of my health condition. Dealing with plantar fasciitis and some other issues that cannot be disclosed here has made me feel like nothing but a defeated individual. I give up easily.

Back to birthdays - how does it feel to have a grown-up birthday?

Let’s face it though – nobody cares past 25. You’re deemed very much an adult at 25. And then between 25 – 30,  you’re just praying that you don’t turn 30 any time soon. That’s me right now. You’re not hip or cool any more. Definitely not cool enough to go clubbing. Let’s be real – my 18^th birthday went on for a week. Now, I think – birthday celebrations are just not for me anymore. I have to worry about my husband worrying about what to buy me this year, lol. Now, I just say – we need to save up for children. If this is not growing up, then I don’t know what is. Gosh, when did I start feeling so ancient? I am aging!

Anyone who is going to comment and say “Age is just a number” -  STOP. Save yourself the trouble. I feel like Rachel from her birthday episode. I do not want anyone reminding me of how I am aging. You know what happens when you’re an adult? You don’t plan birthdays like you used to. Because who has the time? When you come from work, all you want is a moment of silence to yourself and not be bothered by anyone. I mean, the gifts get purchased last minute anyway because running around in the mall is just not feasible in the weekdays any more. Heck, you even forget to sign the card in a rush. You with me?

My husband has two extremes - either he will go in full force or he just won't because of his 80 hour work week - but either way: he makes my life wonderful every single day. Two years ago my husband went to the mall on the day of my birthday and called me from there to ask what I want – lol (it was frustrating and hilarious at the same time!) And last birthday, he planned a surprise trip to Vegas. Isn’t time spent together more valuable than anything else?  It’s especially true for those who barely see their husbands (me!) 

I am soooooo over inviting friends for a party. The last one was for my 23^rd when everyone got together before I left for Edmonton. It’s been 4 years since that happened. Let’s just face it – I have fewer friends. Those numbers have died down. I have stuck with the tried and true, but that’s it.

Keeping all this in mind, how does the meaning of  "birthdays" change over time? (adult-hood version)

• If you can have some time alone - that's a gift to self (a mani/pedi would be a bonus!)
• If you come home on your birthday and your husband has cleaned the house clean for you (ah!) - best gift ever :D
• If I could have someone do my entire laundry, fold and organize into closet (how wonderful would that be!)
• When you wake up on your birthday morning and you get breakfast in bed (even just coffee would do it!)
• When you feel that you’re too old for having a birthday party for yourself
• When you wait for people to cancel plans with you, so you don’t have to go out or do an obligatory birthday dinner (booooring!)
• When your husband can just look at you and tell how tired you are and give you a back rub

Am I pathetic? Yes? Okay. LOL.

With the amount of things I've got on my plate  – I just can't celebrate like I used to. It just means you are growing up and your priorities have changed. But I am still gorgeous, bitches. Welcome to adulthood!