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Obligatory Birthday Post
Not for claps, I just want to get this off my chest
I turned thirty-one today.
It’s a bit odd to say out loud, but I guess it will always feels odd to change the digits of your age every year.
People get weird about birthdays — myself included. To some, it’s an over-the-top, elaborate celebration. While for others, it’s just another day in the calendar.
Though, as weird as I may get about my birthday, I do get quite sentimental about it too. And not in the sense of celebrating it, but in reflecting on the past year and reminiscing of what’s happened and how much has changed. For me personally, a lot has happened and a lot has changed this past year.
Thirty was a pretty shitty year if I had to put an all-encompassing adjective to it. And that’s not because only bad things happened — good things happened too.
It was a shitty year because despite all of the good things that happened, there was still (and will always will be) one terrible, heart-breaking, earth-shattering, life-changing bad thing that happened which overshadows all of the good and the bad.
My Dad died when I was thirty and that’s something that I’ll hold onto forever.
