Just after 7:00 this morning I turned 35 years old.
34 are never to be seen again. Sad much? No, not really. A
little sad that yet another year has passed and that time seems to be flying
faster as I get older. But now, being here on the tipping point between the
30's and 40's I feel good.. balanced.
During my childhood and teenage years I've grown from being
a silent, shy child into a silent, moody teenager. My early twenties were all
about fun and discovering the world, falling in love and trying on adulthood.
Late twenties were mostly about survival. Learning how hard the world can be,
but also turning into a stronger person because of it. During my early 30's my life took shape. I got married, got a job that I love, bought a house and
started a family (as you know the family thing is not done yet, but it is
indeed started). My outlook on life and about people changed. I grew into
myself and am now comfortable with the person I am. I can keep up a good
conversation, but I can also remain silent for days – the difference is that I
do not make excuses for it any more. It is who I am and who I choose to be. I
still have a lot of girl left in me – I prefer to walk barefoot in the summer
and have my hair up in a ponytail – but I've also matured into a woman with my
own opinions and preferences.
So here is to being 35! To living a year filled with love
and loving. To make new friends and reconnect with old ones. To be mindful,
happy and optimistic. To take care of myself and those I love. To reach out
more and make small changes. To be still, free and peaceful.
