The numbers do not bother me. They hold no personal significance. And I do not fear getting older. I do not sit up at night longing for my youth. In all honesty, life was harder then.
I feel a kind of peace as I get older, a sort of contentment with my life.
When I fall, it takes longer to get up, but still I always get up again. When I soar, age has taught me not to brag, but to thank those that lift me up.
I notice the lines when I laugh. I notice the lines when the light hits my face.
I notice the lines reflected in his glasses, when he looks at me, still in love.
My only fear is not having the time for all the things I wish to do. Time seems to go by so quickly now, each year faster than the last. I look back now with a softened filter, with my mistakes only serving as a reminder of how much I have changed since and how much stronger I have become.
I am calling this year ahead my year of acceptance. I refuse to spend another day not loving myself with the same zeal that I love everyone else in my life. I see my perceived imperfections more than anyone else and it is time to just let them all go. Every day.
Let’s rebel against the norm and just say we are okay with who we are and mean it. I will say it every day and will work to fully embracing that thinking.
So here I am.
I am still learning and still growing.
And I am always very grateful for another year to do so.