[HBD ME] So this Saturday is my birthday. Although I’m really, really excited about it, those around me don’t seem to understand why I want to see it in quietly, preferably by myself. 

Why’s the thought of ‘alone time’ such a turn off for people? My loved ones are peer pressuring me and making me feel like a weirdo.

I think the greatest gift you can get and give to yourself is to do anything you want to do on your big day. Isn’t that luxurious?

I’m looking forward to waking up earlier than usual for a Saturday. Taking a walk to get some delicious coffee. Buying something cheap and cheerful at Mr Price. Going to brunch and washing down a serving of eggs benedict with a glass (or two) of champers. Buying a handful of international magazines. Returning to my flat and spending the rest of the day in the bath, reading and quaffing some more bubbles. Doesn’t that sound like  a great day? And writing. Putting down some new goals for a brand new year. Delicious.

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