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I love to see it.

Just a little birthday reflection.

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.

By Tricia Hingpit

Copywriter from Davao City, Philippines.

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