I’m another year older today, and I think I’ve officially hit the age where a birthday is less exciting than it is panic- inducing. Sometimes it’s hard to be a grown up. Being a grown up was also certainly easier when I wasn’t getting so darn close to thirty. Sort of.
I look back on the experiences of my little life so far, and it amazes me how many events have been crammed into my years here, being me. Hopefully, I’ve still got at least a few decades ahead to learn and to eat tasty things with chocolate in them.
It’s funny how we have no idea where our lives will take us when we’re very small. We live in the moment because that’s what we know, and we don’t worry about the future because the future isn’t reality, yet.
Just as that chubbly me in the bonnet didn’t know where she’d be right now, the me sitting on the couch with a determined cat trying to purr just a little further onto the laptop can’t see the future twenty some years down the line. I’m going to try to worry about the future less because there’s nothing I can do about it right now. I hope it’s good when I get there. If it’s not, I just hope I’m tough enough to handle it gracefully.
I get the feeling this is going to be an excellent year; I’m on a roll right now.
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