The B’day

Hey lovelies!

So I know it has been a lot more pictures and less words here of late so today I urge myself to finally sit down and write a little something.

I must begin by telling you all that birthdays, my dear sweet readers, are so important. I mean, you get one day, one single day in 365 where you can demand everyone, including the bunch of strangers on the next table (And I did), to raise their glasses to you and celebrate the wonder and awesomeness that is you. Why would you pass up on that? No, seriously.

For the longest time this concept did not strike me. But then I turned eighteen, and you know what they say, older and wiser, and hey! Sometimes it works. I had a bunch of really close friends plan a day long treasure hunt for me and the entire day overwhelmed me in ways I can never ever put in to words. I liked being so overwhelmed, and August 2nd was the perfect day to do so every year.

That’s the thing about these birthdays you know, you have absolute rights to call the shots, just one day every year, and have things, everything in this word, spin around in your name, do it I say! Live a little.

After three heinous birthdays, this year I had the best birthday I could have imagined. To say that it was perfect would be, well, it would be perfect. The world functioned because I was a part of it, and every single cell in my body was acutely aware of that fact throughout the day.

I laughed, I laughed from before dawn to after dusk because I could and because I wanted to. Boisterously, pathetically, insanely, I laughed.

I sang, because like I always say, the important parts of life simply require some background music, and the entire day felt pretty darn important to me.

I ate French pastry because that is always a good idea.

I cut three cakes and a donut, because hello, IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! DSC00355

I was written a eulogy (my friends aren’t morbid, I asked for it) and my heart simply melted at each word. I didn’t think I could be summed up in a couple pages, but I suppose all it took was a good writer, and behold, she is written.

I took a blood oath sans blood (I really tried, apparently I am literally thick skinned).

I was sung to and given roses to. I really wondered, who needs a boyfriend when you have such a fabulous life doing his role?

It was my birthday, it was special. I think I deserved the day, I believe we all deserve one special day a year. AT LEAST. So own your birthday you wonders!

Have a fantastic one!


2 Comments Add yours

  1. What a great post! I just followed you to stay updated on your future posts and I look forward to them. I recently started my own personal blog, so feel free to check out my profile where you’ll find my blog and social media sites.
    Have a great day 😀

    1. soumyaj says:

      Thank you so much! And I surely will: )

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