As a child your birthday was the most important event of the year. You thought about it days, weeks, even months leading up to it. It was a day of absolute selfishness as you knew all attention would be focused on you. Everything would go your way.
You could argue this selfishness increased as a teenager. Your manipulative teenage self was now aware they had full control over presents on the wish list, invites to the exclusive gathering and where it all took place.
When you woke up on your birthday it felt like your day. Butterflies were lurking and you were constantly on the look out for any hidden suprises coming your way. It was like sucking on a helium balloon except you weren’t breathing in helium – you breathed in excitement and opportunity. You asked, Read More