So a birthday was celebrated on Sunday. It was a quiet time, not unlike other weekends. Actually, I have had more exciting weekends.
Last week was messed up at work. Serious issues, which still remain unresolved, kept playing through my head. Had to cancel friend’s visit coz of work and the fact that I knew I was going to be sleeping all day when not working. Most of the friends around were traveling so didn’t expect much of a party either. It was all meant to very low key. Mostly it was. It was still a very sweet birthday.
An elaborately planned surprise midnight cake cutting session arranged by some friends made it very special. Especially when the friend I was hanging out with that evening pretended to be sick so we could get back home just in time for the surprise. Add to that a beautiful birthday present, so many friends calling / messaging, time alone to think / sleep and all the little ones in my life wishing me with incredibly sweet messages made up for everything that was wrong last week.
Although I didn’t party through the night as planned, and although thinking about work was making me go crazy, I had a good time. The actually birthday day was super low key, with mostly grocery and home basics shopping followed by dinner at my favorite Ethiopian restaurant.
There were no philosophical thoughts, no great revelations of growing older and no radical birthday celebrations. It was still okay. It was still special. It was just as it was meant to be.
