Well, it’s finally happened. I have reached the point in my life where my birthday is no longer the big deal I once thought it to be. My birthday is this Friday and I will be spending eight and a half hours of it at my desk at work. I’ll be attending a promotion ceremony for a coworker, chasing around civilians for their time cards, and fielding calls and emails that are too boring to even mention. I have zero plans to go out and drink or party or get myself in trouble, although my husband is likely planning to do something amazing for dinner that evening. All my excitement about the next few days is reserved for the two WWE events in June that my husband and I have tickets for, and the gifts that he’s worked so hard to make perfect. But as far as my birthday itself? Who cares?
Let me assure you, my reluctance to make a big deal of a day that comes around every year has nothing to do with my desire to still be in my 20s, my inability to organize a perfect party, or my friends and family failing to make this into the huge production I secretly desire it to be. I would much rather celebrate someone else’s big day and allow them to be the center of attention so I can enjoy myself than be the person of the hour and have all eyes on me. I don’t expect my family to go for broke to make my birthday a huge deal and I’d feel horribly guilty if they ever did so. I’m perfectly content with my age and the stage I’m currently at in life and sure as hell wouldn’t trade it for my 20s. Unless we’re talking my metabolism from ten years ago, which I will gladly accept.
I’ve been watching an acquaintance of mine go crazy over her birthday, which is around the same time as mine. She’s organizing two days of events and trying to get the maximum amount of people involved. I keep seeing her stress about who is going to what event, who wants to do what, and a whole lot of other things that don’t seem like the kind of things one should worry about on a day they are meant to be having fun. I won’t be going to her big event, as she scheduled it on my birthday and I feel weird about celebrating someone else’s day on my own with a bunch of her friends that I don’t know. Unfortunately, my decision seems to have hurt her feelings, but I’d rather just have a quiet evening with my husband followed by some quality time with the child.
Right now, there are so many amazing things set to happen that my birthday is the least of my worries or concerns. Not only do we have a WWE Pay Per View to attend and a Raw to get to the following day, but we have some major life changes in our very near future that dwarf any birthday when compared side by side. (Not a baby. No one mention a baby. There is no baby.) It would be selfish of me to try to make this Friday into a big production when we have so many other things going on. Not only do I not care about turning 33 all that much, I have no desire to put anything else on the back burner simply so I can feel like a princess for a few hours. I don’t know what my husband has planned, but I know he’ll make me feel special and spoiled, and that is more than enough.
My birthday should be whatever I want it to be. If I want it to be just another day, throw me a happy birthday wish and be done with it. I promise it’s not some weird female trick in order to get presents and surprise parties. Hell, you can even forget about it entirely and I won’t be put off or offended. If I snap one day and try to organize the biggest party ever, you should decline to attend guilt-free if you so choose. I’ve lost count of the birthday celebrations I’ve had to skip due to financial issues, scheduling conflicts, or just because I didn’t feel like going. And that’s okay. Birthdays shouldn’t be about how many people can be forced to celebrate your day. It should be about what you want to do, who you want to do it with, and what kind of happiness you can find with whatever you receive. The way I see it, as long as I’m smiling, the day went exactly as it should have.
Posted on May 28, 2014, in Friends and/or Enemies, Life, Party! and tagged 30s, birthday, celebrate, chicago, drink, family, friends, marriage, party, payback, raw, travel, wwe. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.