The big one-nine

So today was my 19th birthday. It's not a spectacular age, nor was it an ideal day to have a birthday on. It's a Wednesday. Who honestly wants to party on a Wednesday? Besides my autocorrect which decided that "to party" in my last sentence was better worded as "yo partayyy", I don't know of anyone. 

But today was a great day nonetheless. 

Last year at this time, I was struggling. It was around my birthday last year when I started to truly feel abandoned and alone due to the fact that all of the friends that I wanted to celebrate my adulthood with were gone at college. It seems naive, but I truly felt like I was abandoned. This year has been much better. It wasn't because more people wished me a happy birthday on social media or called me to say it because that wasn't the case. I had fewer people actually wish me happy birthday this year than I did last, but that's okay. This year was more sincere. It wasn't just a whole lot of fake comments from people I didn't know simply because a notification told them about it. It was from people who reminded me that I play a role in his or her life no matter how small. I don't know, that seems a lot more meaningful than people blowing smoke up my ass (for lack of a better phrase) just because an app told them to. 

So this is what my day consisted of: work (which I love), a birthday donut, a really long nap, and a small party with my family and close friends. For how simplistic my day ended up being, it was one of the greatest birthdays I have had in a really long time. I guess as you get older you don't care as much about the extravagance or the presents; it's more about the laughter and fun and how loved you feel at the end of the day that's the biggest gift. 

And boy, do I feel blessed right now. 

19 is going to be a great year.