Have the party. Make a fuss.
I’ve noticed the most heinous thing happening. It began a couple of years ago and I don’t know if it was the pandemic or early 30s onset, but I only really noticed properly over the last year.
I’ve noticed the most heinous thing happening. It began a couple of years ago and I don’t know if it was the pandemic or early 30s onset, but I only really noticed properly over the last year.
Adulthood has well and truly come home to roost, and in doing so, nobody seems to want to make a fuss. Myself included.
It nearly broke my heart when I realized because I am an ardent lover of fuss. The bigger the better. The more ridiculous the more delicious.
However, in this strange time of life, be that our particular age or the catastrophic state of affairs our world currently resides in, the fuss has crept out of the door and skulked far into the distance. The excuses vary from tiredness, journey times, newborns, babysitters, visiting relatives or looming deadlines, or any other number of viable excuses for not wanting to throw a party, make a fuss or have a birthday shindig, however, I’m here to tell you that this has got to stop.