My 23rd birthday is fast approaching and for the first time in my life - I don't have a plan.
I don't even have a vague idea of what I would like to do!
That doesn't sound like me at all. What has happened to me?
I have always been the sort of person that plans everything to perfection.
Then, last year, the year of my 22nd birthday, was the year that everything seemed to change. I found myself alone in London with no friends or family to spend the day with. I kept myself busy but it still wasn't nice having no one there to celebrate with me.
Ever since then, I promised myself that my 23rd would be spent with my loved ones and I made a pact that I'd do something special.
Lately though, I've been wondering if it's really such a big deal anyway. It isn't exactly a special birthday like your 21st or 30th birthdays are. Does it really matter that much? Am I getting too old to celebrate my birthday? Do I throw a big party? Go clubbing? Bar Hop? Have a fancy dinner? Dress up? Do a barbeque at home? Would people come? Would people make an effort to dress up? Would they enjoy themselves? These are the sort of things on my mind and it is just becoming a stress to me instead of what it should be - fun.
I have already booked myself in for one or two little spoils at the spa so at least no matter what happens there will be a bit of pampering done.
Although I haven't got the slightest inclination of what I actually want to do... I know exactly what I don't want:
This on the other hand, looks rather inviting:
(It would inevitably end in exactly the above though!)
Choices, choices!
What did you do for your 23rd birthday?
