On Friday, February 1st, 2019 I turned 26. EEEeeewwwww!
To me, 26 means you’re an adult now. Yes, I know you’re technically an adult once you turn 18, but are you really? Even at 21, there’s something there about becoming an adult, but in my head 26 is the age where you’re meant to get ‘serious’ and start making ‘serious’ decisions etc. I’ll let you know how that goes…
For my birthday, I didn’t really do anything too major. The night of, me and the gang went out for celebration drinks, followed the next day by hangovers all around, which could only be cured by pizza!
On Sunday I had to go to work for a few hours, which was followed by finally getting to eat birthday cake and going out for dinner with one of my oldest friends.
Once all the celebrations were over, reality hit like a ton of bricks on Monday morning because I was as sick as a dog (as the expression goes)! I don’t know if it was the entire weekend catching up on me, or purely bad timing, but I got hit with a stomach bug which more or less just wiped the entire day out of existence for me, as I slept the majority of it away between bouts of illness (being polite for those of you with weak stomachs).
Regardless of that, I had a fantastic weekend, and I certainly am not one to let being ill for one day ruin the whole thing for me!
Always act your shoe size at least once a day – Anonymous
What about you? Do you enjoy celebrating your birthday? Do you consider yourself an adult?
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I have been accused of acting like an adult since I was about 10. I have felt like I was in control of my life and responsible for my life since I was about 18. But I felt like an adult, who had total control and who could not be backed down on any level when I was 25. There is something about hitting your mid-20s that really brings home that you are an adult and there’s no side-stepping it.