This weekend, I turned 23, I have lived through 23 years and although alot of people older than myself would say “ahhh that’s nothing kiddo”, to me it’s starting to feel alot like I’m now sprinting towards middle age…
Age has never really meant that much to me, personally, with friends, in relationships. I have been brought up socialising with such a diverse range of people that Age has never been anything more than a number to me. When I turned 16, I felt like I had hit the big time, I was 16 and there was nothing you can do about it *insert tongue sticking out here*.
I got that overwhelming urge to go out and ‘make the most’ of my night out, you took your birthday in your stride at 16, you were happy to be having another birthday ‘HELL YEAH IT’S MY BIRTHDAY PEOPLES’. When I turned 18 it was a similar feeling, I had a huge party and everybody came out to celebrate that I had turned into a woman, my family my friends, we all rejoiced with an insane amount of alcohol, we partied with a band and a DJ really going for it, not caring that I had just hit another milestone and time was quickly speeding up.
21, the last truly memorable birthday till you turn 30, the last birthday that is joyfully celebrated, remembered by all, and eagerly anticipated. Turning 21 is a right of passage, it has such a place in our lives that it is almost like a landmark, a time set in stone. My 21st was messy, chaotic and absolutely insane, but I would not change that memory for £1,000,000.
Then it hits you…Birthday’s are now going to change.
From this moment onwards, birthday’s become tiresome. You spend your day waiting for people to call, you open less cards, but you do get more memorable presents, things that seem to last longer and mean more. You start to arrange ‘evenings’ instead of parties. Meals, Drinks, Coffees replace Clubbing, Raves and House Parties.
Birthday Schmirthday, was my opening statement to my 23rd this year. From underneath a pit of duvet and hangover reminding me i’m not as young as I used to be all I could think was, “Birthday Schmirthday” then the excitement grew as I received beautiful gifts, and whilst I drank my tea I thought happily awww “birthday schmirthday” as I reminded myself it wasn’t all bad. As I got dressed for the evenings revelry I thought mmmm “Birrrrrthday schmirrrthday” as I pondered on how grown up and sophisticated I looked in my earrings and updo combination, and finally, as I sat around a table with good family, eating good food, watching good friends play good music, I thought to myself in a soft, toy-storyesque voice “birthday Schmirthday” because although I was getting older, and my birthday’s were now following a different more mature path, I realised that I had chalked up another year and I was starting to grow up.
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