It’s my birthday. Well, tomorrow technically.
27 feels good. I thought it might be scary, or that I might dread it. But I think I’m ok with it.
My 22-year-old sister is not.
If you spoke to her, you’d think I was halfway to my grave. Recently, she asked me if I clicked yes on the senior citizen interest program on my savings account.
I don’t know about you, but I never had very strong opinions about birthdays.
I've seen friends have it marked in their calendar as the day they will cry into an ice cream tub, and others who take it very, very seriously - celebrating an entire birthday month.
But I don’t really fall into either camp.
My sister says that’s because I’m a two-faced Gemini who can’t commit to one emotion.
Well, whatever.
But I’ve always wondered why birthdays come with such strange traditions
- Speeches: listening to a friend wax poetic about where we first met, while everyone else is checking their phones under the table
- Singing Happy Birthday: what are you supposed to do with your face and hands when people sing to you?
- Surprise parties: my nervous system can’t handle the collective screaming of 20 people. Also, why do they always catch you when you’re on your fourth day of unwashed hair, wearing your worst outfit, with 5 pimple patches on your face?
- People who run marathons on their birthday: crying into an ice cream tub is less alarming
- Replying to messages: how many times can a person type, “thank you”?
- Going out for dinner: am I supposed to pay, or am I supposed to be paid for? Are birthday dinners just a big pyramid scheme?
But this year, I decided that being blasé about my birthday is just plain boring.
And that’s not the energy I want to bring to this new year of my life.
So I bought myself a birthday present (A new Liforme yoga mat, to replace my old roommate's mat that I borrowed indefinitely and can't return because of the claw marks I've left on it)
Solicited presents from my family (remember the WFH system I wanted? I sent everybody links to various parts, each according to their purchasing power. System coming together as I type)
Organized a dinner with friends for my own birthday (took things into my own hands and invited whoever is in the city to celebrate my birthday with me)
And I’m going to gently beg this new energy to stay with me, because honestly, it feels great to take things into my own hands, instead of ‘going with the flow’.