I’m the kind of girl who starts announcing her January birthday (GO AQUARIUS!) since November. Then January rolls around and I count the days to the big day all while planning a week-long celebration of happy hours, brunches, dancing outings and dinners. When my actual birthday arrives, I’m that girl with the giant feather crown that says, “It’s my birthday” in sparkly letters and I rejoice in the in the spotlight basking in the love (and attention) that the date brings. I have ALWAYS been this way. I think it was born from the fact that my younger brother’s birthday lands exactly eight days after my own and ever since I was four, I was forced to share birthday parties, birthday cakes and the theme had to be gender-neutral so it could make sense for both of us. I blame it all on him.
Then, 2016 arrived along with some much anticipated cold weather but the usual birthday excitement that has characterized me for so long was nowhere to be found. My now husband would ask me what I wanted to plan but nothing came to mind. He reminded me up until the day before my birthday that the big day was coming (in his cute and excited way) and whereas before he would’ve gotten a bouncy, giggly reaction, all he got this time around was weak smiles and silence.
It turns out, I had a case of the birthday blues.
I knew about the concept and I know people who feel this way every single year on their birthday but I just didn’t understand it, until now. It’s like this weird anxiety-driven gloominess that sticks to your teeth like salt water taffies. The worst part is the guilt because while everyone around is showering you with affection and celebratory wishes, you feel even more like crap because you’re not enjoying it the way you should. In my own defense, and the way I’ve been justifying it in my head, is that there’s been so much excitement since our wedding in November (the honeymoon, then recuperating from the honeymoon while getting ready for the holidays, then the holidays) that by the time my birthday arrived last week, I was completely burned out. Maybe it’s the actual birthday. My twenty-ninth birthday has been one of deep introspection as I realize that the big three-o is right around the corner.
The closer I get to thirty, the less I understand those people who live by the “Thirty is the new twenty!” mentality. I know some might say it jokingly and light-heartedly, but in Miami, we have a serious epidemic of the Peter Pan Syndrome and I just find it sad. Your twenties, if you really think about it, is a defining decade that should prepare you for what your thirties should really be about. Thirty is not the new twenty. Thirty is the time to work your ass off so that you can prosper in your forties and hopefully be able to retire in your sixties. Thirty is the time to put into effect all the lessons learned in your twenties. Thirty is the time to start taking your health seriously and have a clear idea of what you want out of life. Ideally, all this should already be happening in your late twenties but being part of a generation that for the most part refuses to grow up, makes this old soul feel misunderstood and out of place at times.
Maybe there’s a little bit of mourning in those birthday blues as I realize that my twenties are slowly coming to an end. Who knows? Maybe it was just the weather.
Okay, okay, enough of this gloominess. If you follow me on Snapchat (OwnYourGlam), you already know I had an awesome birthday. The day arrived and the blues immediately lifted as I opened up the windows and was greeted by a gorgeous blue sky (after days of non-stop rain), and we drove to the zoo with the top down and the music blasting after a BOMB brunch at one of our favorite local places, Threefold Café. The husband insisted on making dinner reservations but I refused to make any kind of plans or be on any type of time constraints. I just wanted to have a chill day and see where day would take us. Just adopting that kind of attitude (as opposed to my usual crazy over-planning self) made me feel so much more relaxed and in the moment which is something I am arduously working on this year. Being in the moment, being present, both in mind and spirit is something that I am striving to get better at every day.
About this outfit: This blue plaid tunic was love at first sight! The skinny white jeans really make the colors pop as I kept everything else pretty neutral. These high-top Converse will continue to make an appearance here as they are one of my favorite and most versatile pair of comfortable and edgy shoes. This black hat was worn pretty much every single day last weekend as it goes with everything and it keeps my head warm. I also like that the brim is not too big. The crop-top is a comfy knit from Top Shop and the brown colors in the Ray-Bans brought some warmth to the look, balancing out the cool, neutral colors in the rest of the outfit. The look was completed by this leather chained cross body which was perfect for walking around the zoo freely (and for stuffing a PB&J in it since I’m ALWAYS hungry).
I hope this post wasn’t too much of a downer for some of you, but you know me, I always speak my mind and this is the platform that allows me to express myself the best way I know how.
Thank you to all of you beautiful souls who reached out to me wishing me a happy birthday! Even though I had a case of the birthday blues, it helped me put some things into perspective and it definitely made me slow down and smell the roses. I’ve never felt more loved and this has been one of the best birthdays so far.
The Own Your Glam Girl