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I’ve never been big about celebrating my birthday. I’m not sure why. I don’t recall any childhood trauma around birthday parties. Whatever the reason, my birthdays have come and gone without much fanfare. Perhaps a quick visit to my mom’s where I would be treated to my favourite dessert: Betty Crocker Cherry Chip Cake with French Vanilla icing. Pure nostalgia from when she’d make it when I was a child. If she didn’t make it, I’d make it for myself.
Big milestone birthdays like turning 20, 30, or 40 didn’t really feel important or necessary to especially celebrate, nor did I feel any particular existential dread.
This year is different.
I am turning 50. Thankfully, existential dread has been kept to a minimum. I’ve never really had an issue with aging—although society does tend to look more kindly on older men, beauty-wise. I don’t feel that pressure to stay (or look) young. Good thing, too, because that gray hair is pervasive, if you know what I mean.
I did see this milestone coming, though, and with the 50 Before 50 challenge, I had thought to culminate that adventure with a final dinner on or around my birthday. But I finished that a year ago. Whatever shall I do?
Multiple celebrations.
I’ve got three separate parties planned: One in Ottawa with friends, one at my uncle’s farm with family, and another in NYC with another group of friends. I’m very grateful for the friends and family I have in my life and what better way to celebrate fifty revolutions around the sun on this planet than to hang out with them while enjoying some great food.
Here in Ottawa, I booked Perch, which is one of my favourite restaurants in the city. I’ve been a few times and have always enjoyed their understated yet elevated food experience. And in NYC, I booked Atomix, which is one of my favourite restaurants in the world.
After this, I can go back to small cherry chip celebrations. For isn’t it great to be able to enjoy and celebrate each day we’re on this planet? No need to save it up for one big day of the year. (or, er, half century.)
I seem to have left pieces of myself scattered around the internet. This is my attempt to pull some of those pieces together.