Happy Birthday To Me
I remember when I was in my 20s the thought of turning 30, meant it was getting old. It was a part of my life when anything was possible and my whole future was before of me. It was until weeks before my 30th birthday, I realized I was reaching one of life's milestones, the big 3.0. Once I reached and gone over it, thinking back, it was a bunch of crap truthfully. I was worried for nothing.
Yes, there are changes; I have more grey hair than I did before. I have also found that I am no more enthusiastic in certain things that gave me joy when I was younger. I may have wandered off the road map I made for my life years before, but with each new path I ventured onto, I have not regretted it, there were lessons in life, which I still needed to understand. Lessons I probably couldn't have understood when younger. I now understand why I was told, "When you get older, you’ll understand." It is true. As much as a part of me would like to be 29, I think I will survive a whole year being 34.
So here is to another year to a new age. Happy Birthday to me.