That typical birthday photo – because the only photos we gain from birthdays are either totally flattering or inhumane and should not see the light of day.
Thankfully this is a night I shared with close friends and family at my 21st birthday last month. In my fabulous Galanni dress I felt as though I was walking through a glistening palace in preparation for a ball (oh I can only dream!).
21 is such a strange number, I guess to a lot of people it is the right of passage to a world of drinking and partying. However, I have to say I reached that vision at 18. Unlike some people my age, I’ve been through the partying stage (that didn’t last that long mind you..) and found my ground back where I began.
To be honest some of us need to experience the party side to understand it’s not who we really are. The idea of partying is illustrated to us in such a fun, energetic way through social media. But the realities of it only hit when you’re standing at a club surrounded by sweaty, drunk guys oblivious to who they are dancing with, and you realise you would much rather be at home dancing to a One Direction clip with your sister than be here.
That’s when it hits you.
…No not really, more of a lady than anything. So for my 21st I organised a family filled event. Surrounded by the people I love, I made a toast to the wonderful night that lay before us and thanked the world for allowing me to be where I am now.
Being a hopeless romantic and all, the time of the night came to blow out candles and as always, I make a wish. As a child I have always held close to the idea that birthday wishes contain the most magic. So my 21st birthday night was no different, and as the stars hung in the air I drew from their power and made my wish.
So I was thankful, for my life, my dreams and lay in hope of many, many more opportunities to keep moving forward.
Here’s to life!