I struggle to understand myself when it comes to my birthday, and it has nothing to do with getting old. On the one hand, I feel really awkward when all the attention is on me, but on the other hand I like feeling special. I’m not a fan of throwing myself a huge party. In fact, I prefer the small lunch dates and dinner dates. I like that I can eat with someone and actually connect with them, not just sit at the same table and have multiple conversations happening. But I know in this day and age, people don’t have all the time in the world to go on a handful of dates, so a big dinner party is what ends up happening. And, apparently, it was a must that I celebrate my champagne birthday in some way this year.
I can’t remember the last time I broadcasted my own birthday. I’m tempted to say I never have because I enjoy seeing who cares enough to know when my birthday is. Albeit, most people get tipped off eventually, but even then, if they took the time to send a text, email, or phone to wish me a happy birthday, it means the world. ok bye!