Isn’t that pathetic that I’m singing Happy Birthday to myself? I’ve had 29 birthdays thus far and I still haven’t reached the point in my life where I am not super excited about having a day that’s all about me. I know only a handful of people care, but I only really care for a handful of people anyway ;) That sounds like something Bilbo would say! :)
Why do people stop caring about their birthdays as they get older? Is it fear of aging? I hope I’m never ashamed of my age. In many ways, I feel like I’ve become more youthful as I’ve gotten older. My skin ain’t as fresh as it used to be and perhaps the real test will be when I start getting wrinkles, but I am okay about it (now). I think of Audrey Hepburn just before she died and she was gorgeous. Well, she was gorgeous when she was young, too.
I get it. After a while, others stop caring and so you take it as a sign that you should too. It’s “the grown-up” thing to do. But you know what I say about that? If others want to be sour puss “adults,” fine. But I refuse to be. You don’t need to have an extravagant gala every year – I never have, but that’s because I have like 2 friends – but I am a big supporter of having just one day in the year that’s all about you. And why not? It’s the only day in the year as an adult that you get that allowance – so take advantage of it! Also, caaaaaake!
My youngest nephew is born a day after me. He’s naturally also very excited. Except he’s turning 11. I’ll be 30. We’ve yet to have a weekend birthday extravaganza together, as I’ve been planning for the past 11 years. Perhaps we’ll do it for our mutual milestone birthdays – when he turns 21 and I 40. Although as Muslims, turning 21 has no relevance, at least it shouldn’t.
Where was I going with this post? Honestly, I’m still surprised that y’all haven’t unsubscribed by now. Or maybe you just delete the emails and are too lazy to take one extra step and click the ‘unsubscribe’ button (please don’t, by the way!). If that is the case, I thank you for making me feel like I’m special, whether intended or not.
My husband bought a slice of chocolate cake from Whole Foods for me that I’ve yet to eat because I thought it was THE birthday cake, but he told me about an hour ago that I will be getting my REAL birthday cake tomorrow and the one from Whole Foods is just a teaser. Good thing too, because I think I saw tapioca flour listed in the ingredients. I’m sure I will devour it in a second, but as a proud member of the Gluten-free free club, I need my gluten, especially on my 30th birthday. ETA: I ate it just now. It was pretty good, but it did have that Whole Foods-y taste to it ;)
So yeah, this post was just an excuse to post that beautiful illustration my sister made for me. She’s been patiently waiting to post it on her Instagram account.
Okay, time to go. Mr. Rafia is taking me to see “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner?” tonight, my first non-musical non-Bollywood live performance :) I’m super excited