It is almost the end of July and six weeks since my birthday. Usually, I would have written about how I spent my birthday by the end of June, or max by the beginning of July. August is approaching and I still haven't written about it yet. I did some fun things on my birthday and will have to write about it this week. Enough with the pushing. 

Maybe it isn't a big deal but it is a big deal. Like every other birthday, which is just a day you wish to have a normal satisfactory day, I also wished the same this year. I have started to wish for my birthday to be a normal satisfactory day for ten years. If not, satisfactory, at least the days shouldn't be disappointing. For five years, I decided to not rely on anyone to make me feel special on my birthday because my birthday is my own.  I am not talking about the birthdays I had or the one I had this year in particular but what I felt after. 

I went on a three-day trip for my birthday and after returning, I felt tired and didn't do anything much. Was it the birthday hangover? Perhaps. I got over it in a week and then hit back at my usual routine. I don't understand why it feels so different after I turned twenty-seven. 

Yes, I am twenty-seven years old, and the day I turned that, I felt like I had outgrown a lot of things. There was a shirt I wore on almost every birthday (not counting the pandemic) but it has been my birthday shirt from the time I turned twenty. On my birthday this year, when I wore it and looked at the mirror, I found that it had become small for me and I still wore it and decided that it was the last time, I am wearing that shirt on my birthday. 

27 is also one of my favourite numbers for some reason as that is the number I would usually assign for my characters' age and that is also the age I hoped to get married, which I realised was too early two years ago. At least a partner by 27, but no, still single since birth. That is not a concern at the moment. By 27, I felt like I was going to achieve what I wanted but there were some contingencies preventing me from pursuing it. 

Because I am in my late twenties, it feels like there is not enough time, and something or the other might happen by the time I set out to achieve what I want. Right now, some of my plans are on hold because of the pending application, and I hope it gets approved soon enough because I am losing patience with not being able to do so despite having so much time. I can be ready, but what if it is too late? Now it is hitting too hard than before, and is something not to be heartily worried about but to be aware of.

2024 may not turn out to be a good year perhaps, though a few good things happened so far such as my graduation, and the Studio Tour I did on my birthday. Yes, I will talk about it in my next blog. At least one happy blog post by the end of the month. But I should be in a good mood to write about it. Hope it happens soon.

That's all for now. Thank you so much for reading. I will see you in the next one.