TURNING 21 vs. TURNING 22 🎊🍰🎂🎉
Let’s talk about birthdays for a hot second. Honestly, I could be in the minority here, but they’re sacred. It’s a physical marking of your birth and development here on this Earth as your form, and that’s something worth celebrating. This doesn’t mean you need to invite +30 people over to host a party to get drunk or completely evade any important tasks, but you absolutely can!
Upon turning 21 years-old, I was heartbroken, confused, and lost. But here I was, happily spending time with friends, dancing to music, and slicing into a vegan and gluten free rainbow cake to share with every single person at the party—each of their presence meaning the world to me.🍰🎂👫👬👭 Friends brought large bottles of alcohol and I got to try shots and understand how much my body hates it for the first time (still love those friends dearly). All in all, I NEEDED that celebration to remember how many more valuable people and aspects I still have in my life, and it truly worked like a miracle. 🍺🍾🍷 Now view my 22 year-old self, ridden with cortisol, hunkered down to work, and completely ready for a long vacation. I met with a study group, finished laundry, ran errands, got some free vegan and cruelty free mascara, made all my food at home, studied, and hunkered down with Netflix, eye masks, and Cards Against Humanity with my roommates. 🍛🍫🚘📚 No pre-planning or budgeting for any party, no inclination of any friends to buy me dinner. Ultimately, it’s because I understand that I don’t need other people to celebrate my birthday with me, though they are more than welcome to. You are the most important person in your life on your birthday and it’s everything if you are happy then. 💓