Yesterday was my 24th birthday. A year ago I wrote a blog post about birthdays somewhat losing their luster with age.
This year started out no different. I woke up, kind of forgetting it was my birthday even though I knew it was May 3. I started my morning like any other morning – attempted to work out (barely got half an hour of yoga in), ate breakfast and checked email, Facebook and the weather before getting ready for work.
Then I saw it: the first few posts on my Facebook profile of the cascade of posts that would come later. That’s when it hit me. Oh yeah…it’s my birthday.
The day went as planned, work, interviews, meetings, more interviews, more meetings. But every time I signed into that little ‘ole social networking site there were more birthday wishes – from old friends and from new; from people I hadn’t talked to in years; and from people I honestly didn’t even realize I was Facebook friends with.
I guess the social media site adds a little something to look forward to if you’re like me and believe birthdays aren’t as exciting anymore. I was expecting my birthday to be a “Facebook Birthday,” excitement had through the little posts and messages throughout the day.
But, after all the mundane tasks from work ended for the day and I set the computer aside, my friends R.B. and Stephanie were sweet enough to make me feel special in my own right – no Facebook necessary. They threw me a little celebration last night – with cocktails, great food cooked by R.B. and cupcakes baked by Steph.
Let’s see if 25 can feel as special as 24 did…sans social media.