Best birthday ever #imustconfess
Yesterday was my 41st birthday. And I had a pretty damn good day.
It makes a massive difference having your birthday fall on a weekend so you can enjoy the whole day with those you love.
Last year, my 40th wasn’t so great. I was still grieving for my Dad, who we lost just over a month beforehand. I had just torn my ACL and was in substantial pain and discomfort. And it was a Friday so I spent most of the day on my own.
I did have a beautiful party organised by my friends that night, who stepped in and sorted it all out so I had one less thing to worry about. But it wasn’t the perfect birthday I had imagined and I certainly wasn’t in the headspace to really enjoy it.
Fast forward a year and I’m in a far better place. My knee has healed, my grief has subsided and I came into the day with no expectations.
It was a lovely day.
I was spoiled with presents in the morning, a cooked breakfast of mouth-watering pancakes, bacon and maple syrup and I spent the morning with my feet up, watching the Olympics.
It was then time to head out to lunch at our local club (they even had succulent roast with gluten free gravy – score!).
Afterwards, I took myself for an hour-long walk to catch Pokemon and test out my new Fitbit Blaze before coming home and cheering my NRL team on (go the mighty Tigers!)
The day was complete with creamy chicken pasta for dinner, red wine and my birthday cake, a glorious pavlova.
I had two helpings while watching Deadpool (one of my gifts). I must confess, Ryan Reynolds makes everything awesome.
It really was a fabulous day. But was it my best ever?
When I was considering this prompt, I thought back to some epic birthdays in my youth.
- My 18th which culminated in watching a screening of the original Jurassic Park with my friends (yes I’m that old)
- My 20th, where my parents cleared out for the night so I could host a massive sleepover in our shed at Branxton (still arguably my best birthday party ever!)
- My 21st, at a venue called the Crazy Cow Cafe, where I wore a dress that the shop assistant said made me look “athletic” (code for having no boobs). We henceforth referred to that dress as “the sock.”
- My 25th, a joint party with another friend, where I dressed up as Marie Antoinette (complete with towering powdered wig)
Even though yesterday’s celebration was low key in comparison to some of my past birthdays, it was close to the best birthday ever.
Sure, it didn’t involve fancy dress, a party or copious amounts of alcohol. Which are things I considered to be absolutely mandatory in those early years.
However, I was able to spend the day with my family. I got to relax. I didn’t have to cook or clean.
I actually allowed myself to let go of my responsibilities and worries for a day. That’s huge for me.
If only every day could be my birthday…
So that’s why I consider this year’s birthday worthy of being considered my best ever.
What about you? Do you have a birthday worthy of that title? Was is crazy fun or more low key?
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