Today I turned twenty-seven. I do not feel different or changed in any way. I also do not quite have the words to say, but I felt the need to put something up here. Earlier today, I realized that I stopped documenting my birthdays here – the obligatory birthday post, as I like to call it – on my twenty fourth birthday. I’m not sure how this happened, my memory fails me these days, but I felt sad when I found out. Being able to go back in time, read my words, and feel all the feelings I was feeling at a particular time is one of the reasons I keep a blog.
So here’s my obligatory birthday post on turning twenty-seven. Today I woke up knowing that the day will turn out like every other day. I had no grand expectations. I never have grand expectations for my birthday. There’s only so much to look forward to when the best birthday you’ve ever had is one you vaguely remember because you were only a child.
I had imagined that I would treat myself on my birthday this year. I pictured myself having relaxing spa sessions and solo dates, but I tend to do a lot more imagining than actually getting things done. So it turned out that twenty-seven found me spending the day on my bed, phone switched off, pretending the day was just a regular Tuesday in my life. I’ll tell you for free that it wasn’t hard to pretend.
I am okay with pretending also, I don’t feel a crushing sadness, neither do I feel any excitement. Asides from a few short periods where it hit me that I was having the dullest day ever on a day that is designated to be one of the best days, it has been an okay day.
I wish I can say that I feel thankful and that I look forward to this new year but I don’t. Not quite. I feel nothing. Although, I am quite glad that twenty-seven found me with a few people in my corner that love me, and show me in all the ways that they can. My friend sent me the most beautiful note today, and I’m currently tearing up just thinking about the words in them.
My day ends in the next thirty minutes, and I can’t help but think “just like that, it’s over”. Gone like it was never even here. Oh well, a lot happened in my twenty-sixth year, and I want to believe that I have grown immensely from all of it. Both in ways that I can not see and in other more obvious ways.
To twenty-seven, I hope that you’re kind to me. Please be kind to me.
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I can relate to this post so well. My birthday is on Sunday and I’m honestly not excited. This even feels somehow cause I’m excited about plans for December but the birthday itself is just another day. I’m also not sad, I’m just there. Initially planned to just stay indoors and order a cake jar but somehow an event popped up and so I’m going for that. For me it’s not really surprising though, cause I’ve never been excited about birthdays but this year hits different because I am not falling for the pressure to ‘do something’ on that day that usually comes as the day approaches.
Cheers to 27🥂 I hope it’s good to you ❤️
Cassie!!!! That’s the comment. May 27 be kind to you as you’ve requested. From your words to God’s ears.
Do have a lovely year.
Happy belated birthday, Cassie!!
I really hope 27 has the most amazing things to offer you. You’re awesome!
All my love,
Martha ❤️❤️❤️
Belated happy birthday Cassie. I pray that 27 would be amazing for you❤
I’m glad that you have people in your corner and you’re aware of that love. That’s one of the most important things ever.
Wishing you a beautiful year with great experiences.
Belated happy birthday, Cassie!!
I wish you all the best this coming year. May this be the best year ever ❤️❤️
“So it turned out that twenty-seven found me spending the day on my bed, phone switched off, pretending the day was just a regular Tuesday in my life. I’ll tell you for free that it wasn’t hard to pretend. ”
This sentence basically summarised how my emotions tend to push me into celebrating my birth anniversary. But then, I think that I might be overthinking (as I do with everything) the significance of the day. I always try to turn off my phone the entire day, but, I don’t, due to the fear of being tagged ‘weirder’ than I already am, And because I already struggle with loneliness (and accepting that I have friends who genuinely care), it’s even harder to appreciate (and accept) that those who reach out on that day actually care (however little; even if to check off a box).
I definitely didn’t pen down my thoughts eloquently, but there…
I hear you, Cassie. I do.
Happy Birthday Cassie. Wish you a great year ahead. Amen to your prayers, I pray age 27 is nice to you 😀.
Happy belated birthday Cassie. You deserve everything nice and beautiful and you get ’em. You live long in good health and wealth. It only gets better. 🙂
Happy birthday! Hope the new year is tremendously better than you expect!
I turned 20 a few days ago and this was exactly how I was feeling. I have nothing to add to your words except that I did feel more sad than happy the day before but on my birthday I felt numb. I still hope that chapter 20 will be good to me.