Birthdays always mean different things to different people, some people dread them and some people absolutely love them. I use to be the latter, always wanting to do something amazing and memorable.
As I’ve got older, as I start my 28th year, I honestly couldn’t care less. I just want a day where I can do exactly what I want and not have to worry about other people’s feelings.
One thing I alway have done ever since I started working is to take the week of my birthday off. I’m not sure why I do it but it’s nice to just have to decompression time. I have no plans for my week off, I do fancy going on a little adventure though.
Compared to last year my birthday started off a hell of a lot better, I’ve been for a night out in The Cavern Club and done loads of touristy things in this amazing city that I call home.
However there was one thing that would of completely made my birthday for me, it would still make my day even if it happens at 11:59pm. I know it won’t though so instead of doing the usual thing that I do,which is to dwell on it and make myself very depressed, I am going to distract myself with dinner and drinks with my housemate and playing with my new toy.