Little variation on the title there.
I was super excited for my 25th birthday like 5 months ago. I was planning to take a big trip and have a bunch of my friends come. Then my mom planned Disney so I thought, ok that trip is right around my birthday so maybe I’ll throw a big party with my friends instead. Then my dad got cancer.
As my birthday got closer and closer I got less excited which kind of sucks. I really try to not let my dad’s diagnosis affect things I enjoy but for some reason celebrating my birthday just seemed to decrease in importance. It’s been getting me down all week because people seem genuinely excited to celebrate with me. I weirdly feel like I’m letting them down by not making a bigger deal out of it.
So Saturday I’m meeting friends out at our local bar- nothing flashy. Sunday my boyfriend’s parents are having me over for birthday dinner. Monday (my actual birthday) my mom is making dinner and we’re having cake. It’s not what I imagined my 25th birthday to be but I’m grateful people care enough to celebrate it.
I’m hoping I get a few drinks in me on Saturday and I’ll get more in the celebrating mood. It would be a shame to be sad on my birthday.