Gratitude

It seems like I can never stop thanking people enough the past few days.

And that’s not bad, of course, especially since the birthday just passed by, and yet it seems like it’s still my birthday because of so many things. But well, I usually celebrate my birthday for an entire month, anyway.

But yeah, I can’t stop thanking everyone who made this month just extra special. It’s the quiet kind of gratitude — well, as quiet as I can be1 — the one that just makes me smile every now and then when I remember all the kindness and love I have received from people in the past weeks.

What did I do to deserve all this?

I’m going to take this moment — one last time — to express this gratitude. Because I don’t think you can ever stop expressing it, saying thanks. I’ve sent thank you notes, sent text messages and just reveled at the feeling of being loved, and in case it’s not clear enough, I want to say this again:

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This is, hands down, the best birthday month ever. And it’s not even done yet. But since the last few days of March are also one of the most intense seasons in the Catholic church (Hello, Triduum!), it’s time to step back and focus on that.

But again, thank you. You all know who you are. Thank you from the bottom of my sunflower-loving, solar-powered, star-girl heart. ♥

  1. which isn’t…really…quiet. Haha []

Twenty Seven

I turned 27 last Sunday. I’ve been trying to think of what to write about it (because like Valentine’s Day, I can’t not have a post about my birthday), but other than my dog’s passing, I can’t think of any. It’s not that my birthday was quiet or not spectacular — it was, actually. I guess it’s more of, I don’t really know how to start without writing a too long post that I’m pretty sure only would read.

So let’s ask questions instead (because I’m trying to get out of not wanting to ask questions). I will try not to make this post too long. There will be photos!

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How was your birthday week?

It started with drama. Interesting, right? But it was also a very good learning experience (with tears, natch) that taught me my first lesson in turning 27: be mature. Maturity is a conscious decision;  even if everything inside of me is screaming that I want my way and my way alone, I have to step back and give way. Like what I told someone that night — I have the most terrible sense of entitlement during my favorite month. Most terrible, I tell you, but turning another year older means that I have to start acting my age and compromise. Or if a compromise cannot be reached…then I just have to deal with it. Properly. And apologize if I need to.

But after that drama, everything else was quite…nice. Okay, nice is an understatement. It was all surprising and fun, filled with dinner meet-ups, surprises, books, pie and cake. Oh, and flowers. It was a very nice awesome splendid birthday week. :)

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The Grown-Up Birthday Wishlist

There was one day last year where my Mom and I were talking over breakfast when she asked me, “How old are you on your next birthday?”

“Twenty-seven,” I answered.

There was a moment of silence, and we exchanged looks. Then my mom said, “You’re old.”

All I could do was make a face.

But now that I think about it…why does being 27 feel like it’s so much older than being 26? Is it because it’s closer to 30? Am I reaching that age where I am going to stop counting and when people ask me how old I am, I’ll start getting offended about the question?1 Will I hate celebrating birthdays after this?2

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Meh.

I can’t shake that sense of aging whenever I think of my upcoming birthday, but I’m trying not to think about it. It’s not really depressingit’s more surprising, really, and I feel like I should get my act together when I turn 27. Not that I should have things figured out, but perhaps I should…I don’t know, start moving with more purpose, or something?

But I will not really dwell on that yet, because these kinds of things thought in the wrong time is the perfect recipe for another crisis. So let’s not go there. I’d rather keep with traditions today, and post my 27th Birthday Wish List!3

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  1. I don’t think so…well maybe when I’m 28. Haha []
  2. I doubt it. []
  3. Gah, writing 27th still makes me feel old. o_O []