It's that time of year again. The time I wait 365 days for (which is a lot, but also goes by very fast).
If you're new to this blog, hi, hello, welcome to my ramblings and adventures that I dare put into the 'lifestyle' category because I'm bad at buckling down with a niche.
If you're a current reader of the Megan Hubrex blog already, you might have seen these type of posts, because I write one every year. You can always look up the June/July section of this blog for past birthday posts, but I think last year's was pretty short. I was about 2 months into my new job, I was about to go back to college after 8 years away, and I had brown and red hair.
Wild.
This year is a little different. A little more comfortable and a lot more meaningful.
I always tell the story about how my mental health years ago stopped me from ever wanting to grow older. After 21 years old, I would be gone forever. I tried and tried and inflicted pain on myself, mentally and physically. Around 24 years old, after years of suffering, I found the right medicine for me.
Then, I suddenly loved birthdays.
A whole day to say "HEY WORLD! I'M STILL HERE AND I'M GOING TO ENJOY IT!" A day to shower myself in the love I have always deserved.
I'm a giver. I give until my money runs dry and my heart squeezes a little too hard. But on my birthday...everything is switched. And I would be lying if I didn't say it felt nice to be loved a little extra on that day.
My birthday signifies my struggle, but not really in a bad way. It's a day that gives me hope that I'm here to see the next one.
29 is going to be the best yet! Even though the year is already halfway done!
I like books, coffee, flowers, and Harry Styles.
That's pretty much it.