Why is it that birthdays are always the event that causes one to stop and take stock of life? To put one in a contemplative mood, a reflective headspace. Today I reached the big two-oh mark. Two decades. If that’s not damn scary then I don’t know what is. Maybe you don’t freak out on birthdays. You simply acknowledge them and go on your merry way. Some people, however, aren’t quite so calm and collected – you’re looking at the girl who had a breakdown the day she turned sixteen after listening to Taylor Swift’s ‘Fifteen’ and realising she would never be fifteen again. Gosh, that’s not one, but two confessions I’d like to retract…birthdays also tend to prompt some people (I wonder who that could be?) to become brutally honest. But before such musings spill out in what is likely to be a serious case of word vomit, we need to acknowledge something important. That cannot be ignored. What’s that? Birthday’s need cake. And if not cake, then cupcakes. You see, it aint a birthday if there’s not some sort of sweet indulgence to be had. Unless you’re one of those people – choosing savoury over sweet? Humph. Continue reading
