Do you know that meme where a puppy sits at a kitchen on fire, and says to himself, “This is fine?”
That was my whole vibe when I turned 25 a year ago.
Today, I feel different.
Let me tell you why.
Last year, I resigned from my job as content manager/editor. And I didn’t have any savings left.
I did save money, but I forgot why or where I spent it last year. Maybe on a medical checkup or something.
Anyway, so, my birthday came and I barely had any money to spend to treat my family.
I’m pretty sure they understood why I didn’t want to celebrate, but I felt upset.
I even brought mama grocery shopping with me, but all I could buy was alcohol, BonChon fried chicken, and a coffee at Starbucks.
I even sat at Starbucks and took a selfie. I posted it. It didn’t do anything. Meh.
I hoped that doing it would made me come to my senses and just feel grateful for what I had.
But I didn’t. I pretended that it did. Yet, deep inside, I wish I could treat my family to more food.
The worst part? The BonChon chicken wasn’t even even crispy anymore when we got home. So lame.
I just felt mopey. I wish things were better for me. I wish I had more control of my life.
Today is my birthday.
Earlier, I had a wonderful lunch with my family. There was more than enough food for everyone.
We were careful, but we were smiling and laughing.
And, hey, I feel genuinely contented.
Working hard was so worth it.
This kind of thing… I love to see it.
I’d love to see more of it.
Tricia Hingpit 