So, here I am.
Tomorrow, I wake up on the other side of my 20s.
Leaving my 'early' years behind to walk right down the middle.
I had one of the best days since the quarantine began:
* got a day off work xD
* baked a cake! (Prepped some components last night & finished this morning)
* read a book (currently reading Graham Norton's Holding)
* had yummy birthday noodle for lunch
* kombucha drink
* watched Shang-Chi on the cinema !!!!!!! I mean, how good!!!
* frozen yogurt treat <3
* Sushi for dinner ^^
* replying to well-wishes from everyone
* cutting into the DREAMIEST cake!
* finding plant-based choc that I like xD
I'm still at that stage where birthdays feel uncanny.
I'm not gonna be a hypocrite; I love being spoiled at least one day every year.
But maybe I'm being critical on myself. What did I do this year that's better than the last?
I don't know.
I feel like the answer is nothing and yet everything.
C'est la vie. Ma vie au moment.
Packed days feels hollow, while others feels filled by the simplest things.
I'm loving what I do at work, but half the time I still feel like I'm not good enough.
Making decisions used to be a privilege, but now becomes a chore.
25 feels like fear, anxiety, joy, happiness, sorrow, excitement, hope,
all wrapped up into a bite,
and this is just the appetizer.
Who knows what the next year is going to be like?
Who my friends are, what I look like, what I do, where I live, what I create?
Whether I turn out better or worse?
I will only promise myself one thing: to find joy everyday, in everything, and to bring joy.
And we'll see how the rest plays out.
Happy 25th, me.
May you always bloom and grow. And glow.
