with very little pomp and circumstance, 36 is here
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By the time I publish this, I’ll now have 36 years of age. I don’t think I was prepared for what looking at that number would feel like for myself. Inherently, it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a number. And, I don’t particularly feel a certain way about celebrating birthdays with major fanfare. Yes, every August 17th that rolls around I want to be surrounded with the people I love, but at the same time, I want none of it. I just want to do something completely for me. It’s this constant conflicting feeling, and it boils down to just wanting to be recognized and seen, and loved for being me. So, I either make it an event myself, or don’t do anything in particular because I don’t want the disappointment of someone not seeing me for me. And thus, the yearly cycle of figuring out what I want to do, how I want to celebrate, the questions and feelings of having to “do something
with very little pomp and circumstance, 36 is here
with very little pomp and circumstance, 36 is…
with very little pomp and circumstance, 36 is here
By the time I publish this, I’ll now have 36 years of age. I don’t think I was prepared for what looking at that number would feel like for myself. Inherently, it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a number. And, I don’t particularly feel a certain way about celebrating birthdays with major fanfare. Yes, every August 17th that rolls around I want to be surrounded with the people I love, but at the same time, I want none of it. I just want to do something completely for me. It’s this constant conflicting feeling, and it boils down to just wanting to be recognized and seen, and loved for being me. So, I either make it an event myself, or don’t do anything in particular because I don’t want the disappointment of someone not seeing me for me. And thus, the yearly cycle of figuring out what I want to do, how I want to celebrate, the questions and feelings of having to “do something