Today, is my birthday
Hello readers! Today, is my birthday. A day filled with reflection and introspection. Am I better than I was the year before? Am I where I want to be? Will I ever get to where I imagined?
I’ve had a very lucky and priveleged life. My family, who did more for me by noon today than I had expected, continues to shower me with love and support even while I take a quick timeout from all the festivities to drop a few hundred words your way.
An odd quirk about me is that when I was about ten years old, I decided I was going to die when I was 35. I have no idea why this thought came to me and why it persisted throughout the years, but, especially this last few years, I was increasingly worried about the years approaching this seemingly fateful day.
Well, now that I’m officially 36, I feel very happy to tell you that the self-imposed foolish burden has now been lifted. To be clear, it’s not as though I would spend my days, tucked away, worried about the imagined inevitability of my life, but every so often this little reminder would hit that 35 was the endgame.
I’m very pleased this appears not to be the case. And no matter how many years I have left, I’m ecstatic to spend them with the people I find myself surrounded by on my best and worst days.
Am I where I imagined I’d be at 35? Oh goodness no. No where close. But I am in a place completely unexpected and even more impressive.
So, my only advice to anyone who stumbles across my rantings over the years and imbues them with a sense of wisdom, is that your life is yours and yours alone to enjoy and to judge. Go easy on yourself and others.
Until next time!