Midnight Supper Series: Birthday Cake.

• 11th June 2015
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I turned 23 with considerably less fanfare this year.

There was no fancy ten course dinner with my favorite suckling pig, no custom made cakes or beautiful dresses, my hair and face wasn’t made up to look like someone attractive.

I turned 23 dressed in my pajamas and had McDonalds for dinner. The brother bought me cake from the supermarket and we got Daddy on Skype to sing Happy Birthday together.

Every year I wish for someone. To love me, to validate me, to make me feel that I am worth the happiness I deserve.

But as I blow out that solitary candle (more than one would have triggered the smoke alarm in the room) I wished to be more grateful for the people and things around me; that instead of pining for what’s lost, I look forward to the good that is to come.

I wished to find contentment in being my own person rather than seeking validation by being someone else’s; to learn that being alone does not necessarily mean that I am lonely.

I’m a year older today. A little wiser? I don’t know yet.

But I can’t wait for the next adventure.

Thank you for your well wishes! Presents and free dinners are welcomed! Pm me for a date!

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