This body of mine had carried me through 24 years of life in this world, and this past Friday marked year number 25. It’s weird how the day in itself didn’t seem to hold that much significance to me this time around; or at least not as much as it has other years.
For some reason, this was one of the few birthdays I’ve had where I haven’t stopped to reflect on the 365 days past, where I haven’t had some “fancy” birthday celebration with friends, or where I have felt like change was actually present; I feel like the day swiftly came and went and I didn’t even notice.
Somehow, I like that.
I find comfort in knowing that for once in my life, I have chosen to stop worrying about the future. I am simply choosing to be here — present. Patient with myself, with where I am, and feeling loved and supported by the wonderful people who I have decided to surround myself with. I firmly believe that I am where I am supposed to be.
However, I am far from satisfied. There are so many things I want to do, need to improve on, and aspire to accomplish. This upcoming year I hope to become much more in tune with myself, with my spirituality, and with the hobbies and people that bring me joy.
So here’s to the next 365 days of my life: may they be full of adventure, may they challenge me, may they bring personal growth and improvement, may they take me to new places, and may they bring me a lot of joy.
Until next time,