In Which I Discuss Birthday Fatigue, Pizza Dough and The Hunt For Beauty
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February-April are jam-packed with birthday festivities for our nuclear family. I have so many feelings about this. There are members of our family who adore being celebrated ( everyone but me) and members of our family who struggle with it ( it’s me. It’s just me). It always feels fraught with weighty expectation, I feel pressure to make everyone’s birthday dreams come true, and then I’m too exhausted to mitigate the idea that my day of birth is an afterthought- an, “oh yes, we should probably do something” after we’ve already gathered in the previous weeks for copious amounts of cake and balloons and party melt-downs. No one wants a reprise, least of all me. I’ve been reading Priya Parker’s,
In Which I Discuss Birthday Fatigue, Pizza Dough and The Hunt For Beauty
In Which I Discuss Birthday Fatigue, Pizza…
In Which I Discuss Birthday Fatigue, Pizza Dough and The Hunt For Beauty
February-April are jam-packed with birthday festivities for our nuclear family. I have so many feelings about this. There are members of our family who adore being celebrated ( everyone but me) and members of our family who struggle with it ( it’s me. It’s just me). It always feels fraught with weighty expectation, I feel pressure to make everyone’s birthday dreams come true, and then I’m too exhausted to mitigate the idea that my day of birth is an afterthought- an, “oh yes, we should probably do something” after we’ve already gathered in the previous weeks for copious amounts of cake and balloons and party melt-downs. No one wants a reprise, least of all me. I’ve been reading Priya Parker’s,