It’s My Quarantine Birthday and I’ll Cry if I Need To
Yesterday I celebrated my quarantine birthday. However, I found it hard to be happy. No, not because our Palm Springs trip got cancelled.
Initially I planned to wrap my workday at noon. As a business owner, I work around the clock, so couldn’t wait to clock-off early to lounge around and FaceTime friends. Instead, I worked until almost 6PM.
Crying Over COVID
At first, I wanted to put it off, then started to think about all the people currently out of work. I felt this huge weight to complete my work because I should be thankful to have it. Then I cried. A LOT.
I cried to my best friend. I cried to my boyfriend. I had an epic meltdown talking to my mom.
(thank you Mom)
A Birthday I Won’t Forget
Overall, I felt a lot of anxiety and sadness. I thought about ten years ago, turning 23 in China. I reflected on the loss of freedom and increased debt our country has experienced since then. I said, “I hope I don’t remember my 33rd birthday as the year America reached its tipping point.”
I guess the moral of this story is, not all birthdays are happy — and that’s ok. Cry if you want to, smoke if you need to and definitely order authentic Szechuan food before passing out to Netflix. A huge thank you to family and friends who called, texted, DM’d, shared stories and dropped off Tiramisu. You have no idea how much I needed it.