Older, Wiser, and Incredibly Blessed: How My Birthday Was A Success

I had to add the cat picture...

Everyone is entitled to those selfish years. You know the kind: when everything has to be in your favor, especially on your birthday. Through most of my teen years to about a year ago, I was always disappointed on my birthday. Why? Because I listened to what others thought a “successful birthday” should be, and I never had any of those things. Ever. I’m not complaining. In fact, I’m thankful I never had any of those things because that is not the kind of person I am.

I’m not the kind of girl who needs all of the attention on me. I didn’t rent out a hotel for my party and invited everyone I’ve ever known in my entire life. I didn’t do insane amounts of shots. I didn’t get an insane amount of gifts. I didn’t go bar hopping in heels I can barely walk in. I’m okay with not having any of those things. Take them; I don’t want them. All of that is not me…at all. So many people, along with a million articles I’ve seen online about not letting your birthday suck, tell me that I’m boring or (my least favorite word) a “prude” for not going over the top for my birthday. This year, I finally woke up and realized that I don’t need to go all out to be happy. This year, I’m exterminating those people from my life because I’m finally mature enough to realize that they are anything but mature.

Maybe its because I’m getting older and quite possibly more wiser, but I’m feeling blessed a whole lot more than I’ve ever felt. I know I always have been, but it takes maturity to realize it. I spent my birthday with my family. Why I ever let people tell me that is pathetic is beyond me. I got incredible cards and birthday wishes from the people I love most and that’s all I care about. Just knowing that people took time out of their day to wish me a happy birthday is more than enough; its everything. Everything anyone could ever need.

Of course I pigged out on cake...I'm not THAT boring! ;)

So to all of you people out there complaining because you didn’t “get laid” or drunk enough at your birthday bash, please STFU and open your eyes to how blessed you really are and get your brains out of your ass. There are far more important things to worry about.

24 is looking pretty good. I think I’m gonna like this year. :)