The last time I was single on my birthday, I was 21. And naturally, since I was turning 21, I really didn't care as much. I wanted to go out, and have fun and not be tied down. Not that I'm looking for much different at this junction of my life, however, it was that thought in my head where I was saying "god, it would be nice to have a man to spend today with".
Then I realized the downfall in this. It made me mentally rely on a person who may or may not be in my life yet for happiness, or for anything for that matter. Instead of a man to spend my birthday with, I spent it with my family and friends, which was awesome, just in a different way. But I loved it just the same.
Normally, i start counting down to my birthday around mid September. This year with everything going on, it didn't really occur to me as much. I forgot to be excited, to love my birthday the way I always do. I never think of it negatively, as another year older. I think of it as another year of experiences- true, not all of them good, but plenty of them were, and plenty of my experiences as 29 year old will be as well.
I know this is kind of a sappy post, which we should never expect here, but live and learn I guess. Plus I got to write a birthday song, which is pretty fuckin' cool too.
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