My birthday is coming up this weekend and every year I hope for it to be the best day ever, but the truth is– when you’re an adult, your birthday is never as special as when you were a kid.
Using the phrase “It’s my birthday” means nothing anymore.
The world doesn’t stop like it seemed to growing up, to celebrate the day you were born. It’s business as usual. Special treatment after using this phrase is very limited.
Your birthday might not end up being very happy.
I once had to celebrate my birthday completely alone all day with no human contact besides a phone call from my mother. Things just don’t always go as planned, and sometimes life just gets in the way.
Presents have become nerve-racking.
Did I act enough like I liked that hideous scarf they gave me? Or, oh my gosh, how am I ever going to top this for his birthday?!
You might not get any cake.
This could be the most depressing thing about birthdays as an adult.
Everybody might not know (or care) that it’s your birthday.
So you try to drop hints every so often. BOSS- “Hey, what’s going on?”, YOU- “Nothing really, just trying to figure out what outfit to wear on my 26th birthday this Saturday.”
Whether you’re lucky enough to continue to have the ‘Best Birthday Ever’ every single year, or not, make it a day to reflect on the past year and how far you’ve come. (And of course how much older you are.)
Now, make a wish and blow out the candles!!