So… About My 50th Birthday Plans (Insert Eye Roll Here)
Whew, y’all… My 50th trip around the sun is coming up…September 27th to be exact…and let me just say, trying to plan something that actually happens feels like trying to braid water.
I had this cute little vision, too. A nice celebration. Maybe a dinner. Maybe a quick 2-3 day vacation with vibes, views, and vodka. Something to say, “Yes girl, you made it to 50 and you’re still fine, still fly, still functioning!” But the way these plans are playing me? Oh, baby. Chaos.
Let’s start with the hall I rented… double booked. DOUBLE. As in, I had the confirmation email and everything, and yet, somehow… someone else got their name on my date too. At that point, I was waiting for Ashton Kutcher to jump out like I’m being Punk’d.
And then the vacation? Chile. The math ain’t mathin’. The coins ain’t coinin’. The schedule ain’t schedulin’. And my mood? Somewhere between “burn it all down” and “just get a cupcake, stick a candle in it, and go to Applebee’s by yourself.”
Yes. Applebee’s. I’ll sing the birthday song to myself, without a care in the world for the waiter’s discomfort.
But you know what? Underneath this vent session is still a little glow of hope. I want to celebrate. Not just the number, but the growth. The healing. The lessons. The Black Girl Magic that still sparkles in me, no matter what the circumstances look like.
So no, it may not go how I originally imagined. I might not get the perfect party or the relaxing vacay. But I will honor myself, whether that looks like a last-minute beach run, a dinner with good laughs, or a solo spa day.
Because turning 50? That’s not just a birthday. That’s a flex. That’s a milestone. That’s proof that life tried it but I’m still here, still choosing joy, and still fine as hell while doing it.
So cheers in advance, y’all. Even if I’m toasting with a 2 for $20 meal and a birthday shot by myself.
…To be continued…
