I’m back home…
Well, I didn’t come home today… we actually arrived last Sunday. Reality has sunk in hard yesterday. Though I did get to rest, it’s just sad that I have to go back to the daily grinds of my life. I know I said I loved my job and stuff… I just love the beach more. *sigh* … Better than nothing right? To top it all off, it’s my birthday today.
It’s not that I don’t like growing old… it’s the celebrating that gets to me. Why do I have to celebrate my birthday anyway? Are they really happy that I’m turning a year older? Having fun on my birthday for me begins at 10am, ordering room service (or having my own well-equipped kitchen and a world-class chef at my beck and call), and a personal masseuse. That’s it. Is it too much to ask?
In reality, I’m going to spend my birthday by going to meetings before and after lunch. A lunch blowout at the office, some (or maybe several) demanding calls in between and dinner with my family. After which, I’d be too tired and end up going home at around 10 PM (if I’m lucky, maybe earlier). I’d end up feeling like the day went by as if it were any other ordinary day.
But looking back a good ten years ago… Things were so different. I’d wake up really late. Skip work just because it was my birthday and nursing a hangover because friends decided to get me really drunk on the eve of my birthday. The type that I’d be crawling towards bed with my clothes on. I was surrounded by fake friends living a fake happy life. Everything that mattered to me then doesn’t matter to me now… and wasn’t important… ISN’T important.
I’m now surrounded by people I love and who genuinely care for me. I don’t have to go on a drinking spree just to feel like I mattered… I don’t have to drown my insecurities with alcohol. My life, this moment is easily the happiest I’ve ever been. Life is beautiful.
How I spend my birthday today may not be the way I would have wanted but it is the beginning of the way I want to spend the rest of my life.
