Every year I find myself wanting to do less and less for my birthday. Yesterday I went to work, and then to celebrate, I went to a pub with just a couple friends.
Mango cake! My favourite!
It was small, intimate, and perfect.
I do feel incredibly lucky, though, to work at a place where my employers show that they value their employees.
For each employee’s birthday they will buy them a bouquet of flowers.
For me they chose yellow, since I’m a summer baby, and red for my Chinese heritage. It was thoughtful, and generous, and such a nice touch.
I’m not sure why I did not feel the need for a great bit celebration – I certainly used to enjoy them. And I know I’m not the only one who now prefers smaller parties.
What about you? How do you enjoy celebrating your birthday? Have your celebrations changed over the years?
An absolutely gorgeous day
I’m not sure when birthdays started to become days much like any other. As a child, I loved birthdays. The whole day was special. Now that I’m working, it’s just like any other day. Except that I’m older now.
I just use it as an excuse to get my friends together on one day. It’s always hard to organize dinners when everyone has such different schedules.
Today is my birthday, but it’s also my first day back to work. And I got scheduled last-minute to teach another class, so I ended up working more than I expected. Not a bad thing, but I thought I’d be more upset that it happened on my birthday. But I’m not.
And I’m undoubtedly not the first, nor the last, to have this realization. But I’m there now, I’ve had it, and I’m not too bothered by it.
I am lucky that the weather turned beautiful. A cloudless sky, a nice cool breeze, and a hot sun. Perfection!
So I treated myself a bit. Fresh fruit and an excellent read. All in all not a bad day at all. A pretty good return from a wonderful vacation (about which I will post more later this week).
Best of all, tomorrow is Canada day, so I get the day off!