Turning 26 years old yesterday and it felt like turning 36. A decade older. Spent the whole day editing my first short documentary right after breakfast with my brother. I had the whole co-working space area to myself. There were only one or two individuals and we barely had any eye contacts.
Saturday evening mass and a dinner with family was perfect that evening.
It was all good. Family ❤️
However, I was not really feeling it and I knew I shouldn’t feel this way.
I wondered who really remember my birthday without Facebook notifications.
Who really looking forward to celebrate my birthday?
Who willingly to spend some thoughts in sending me a birthday text?
For once in life, I wanted to feel important.
At least now, I knew how much I’m worth to people that I know.
It’s time for MORE self-love.