Hello and happy Thursday. Yes, I turned 25 last year, and despite my fears preceding that date, I haven’t felt old or like I should be doing other things with my life. I’m in no rush to get married or have kids, and I honestly don’t think I will regret feeling this way years down the road. Today, though, rather than talking about what being 25 years old has felt like, I want to share with you how I spent my birthday. Let’s get started, shall we?
If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, then you know that last year I had a tough few months, and that I wasn’t in the best place regarding my mental health. By the time I turned 25, I was on the road to being myself again, but I didn’t want to put myself in a vulnerable state, especially for a birthday that people deem so important. I don’t know, I sort of had this idea that if I stayed home, I’d be feeling miserable, which is why I did what I did.
A month before my birthday, I bought plane tickets for me and my mom. We would spend my birthday weekend in this beautiful city close to where we live. I bought her a ticket because I’ve always thought that a birthday is also a day for the mom to celebrate and be celebrated. As a present to me, she paid for the hotel, which was super luxurious.
Let me tell you: there’s nothing better than spending your birthday traveling. Sure, if you like big parties and being the center of attention, maybe you’ll prefer that, but if like me, you struggle with depression and anxiety, maybe going away, even if it’s for just a weekend, is a fantastic option.
My mom and I went to the nicest places, we walked around, went sightseeing, got massages, and ate chocolate cake, courtesy of the hotel. I couldn’t have thought of a better way to spend my 25th birthday.
In the comments below, tell me about a memorable birthday.
Love, Miss Camila