During my teenage years, I would always be down in the dumps on my birthday, wondering where the year had gone. Boundless
questions like, what have I done all year? have I accomplished anything other
than take up space? or made a difference, even in some minute way would be ricocheting
against the walls of my anxious brain. It was exhausting being so negative at a
period I should have been celebrating.
And it was SCRUMPTIOUS!
questions like, what have I done all year? have I accomplished anything other
than take up space? or made a difference, even in some minute way would be ricocheting
against the walls of my anxious brain. It was exhausting being so negative at a
period I should have been celebrating.
So, about five years ago, I dished the Happy Birthday
blues. Instead of relying on everyone else to place a grin upon my face, I decided
to celebrate my birthday all by my lonesome before I celebrated it with anyone
else.
blues. Instead of relying on everyone else to place a grin upon my face, I decided
to celebrate my birthday all by my lonesome before I celebrated it with anyone
else.
On the eve of my birthday, I would bake a cake
(usually some variation of chocolate) and on October 21, at 12:30 AM (the time I
was born), I would sneak to my bedroom and cut myself a sizable slice. Instead of
making the habitual wish, I would reflect upon the year I left behind and be
grateful for the one I was about to embark upon.
(usually some variation of chocolate) and on October 21, at 12:30 AM (the time I
was born), I would sneak to my bedroom and cut myself a sizable slice. Instead of
making the habitual wish, I would reflect upon the year I left behind and be
grateful for the one I was about to embark upon.
It’s simply a personal thing that gives me immense
pleasure. Although I always celebrate my birthday with family, friends and
great food, I cherish this little moment the most. It’s a celebration of self.
This year, I baked a decadent double layer chocolate cake with dulce de leche cream cheese
frosting, garnished with fresh strawberries.
frosting, garnished with fresh strawberries.
Here is a picture of my masterpiece!
Alright, it isn’t quite a masterpiece, the frosting
is a bit too runny, and I continuously pinched the bottom layer of the cake
with my greedy little feelers because I have an almost unhealthy obsession with
chocolate (notice how the picture only shows the top layer with all the ripened
strawberries? lol), but I’m sure it’s going to be scrumptious.
And it was SCRUMPTIOUS!
ALL DONE!
Oh! did I mention that I have a thing for snow globes? I started a collection not too long ago, don’t know what took me so long really. Check out my newest snow globe (a birthday gift from my mom)
She also gave me this darling little silver keepsake
box with my name engraved on the elaborately detailed filigree cover.
box with my name engraved on the elaborately detailed filigree cover.
In keeping up with the “celebration of self”
theme, here is a picture of me from my birthday outing.
Happy Birthday to me!
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