Another Birthday, Another Year Older
My birthday. I spend my birthday thinking about the previous year and thinking about goals for the next year. I thank my friends for sticking with me — ok sometimes it takes me a while to write the notes — and I thank those who have wronged me for teaching me things about myself I never would have learned otherwise. It’s a soul searching time for me.
This year was a 5 year: 35 years. It hit me hard. I try to remember not to gauge myself based on what others are doing, and to look at my own path and realize I’m where I’m supposed to be. But this year, it was difficult. I look at my life and wonder where the last 10 years went. I see the wrinkles on my face.
At the same time, these last 10 years I’ve learned more about myself than I’ve ever learned. I can honestly say I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. I’m more comfortable with myself than I’ve ever been. I let more of the small stuff that doesn’t matter slide, and see the positive in most situations. I laugh more. And, I spend more time on myself because I realize that I’m worth it.
Would I go back 10 years to being 25? Not if I couldn’t take what I know now. I’m pretty damn happy. And I know that in life, I’m right where I need to be.