Today is my 26th birthday. I had breakfast with a friend, and I was going to go see a movie before I realised I was out of cash. So I went home, where I put on some washing and began to box up my books pending my move back home. Yes, after only six months, I’m moving again. Shaddup.
Birthdays aren’t a big deal for me anymore, but this year I decided that I’m going to have a small birthday bash with a few close friends in my backyard. Because sometimes you just gotta get drunk with your pals and forget that you’re nowhere near where you want to be.
I’m trying not to beat myself up about the fact that I’ve been on this earth 26 years and I’m in the worst position financially and mentally that I’ve ever been. And today was a good day, so it’s easy to be in a good mood, fortunately. I’m trying to remember that it’s ok to not have my whole life figured out yet, and that no matter how old I feel, 26 is still pretty young.
I’m not big on presents and if you ask, I’ll tell you I don’t want anything for my birthday. But if the Universe is into gift giving, all I would ask for for my birthday, is to get the funeral director job I applied for. I’m sure not every person wants a full time job for their birthday, but I sure would. Cross your fingers for me, guys.