In three days I will be thirty years old. I will have waved a tearful goodbye to my twenties, and will be staring down the barrel of forty. And I’m not at all sure how I feel about it. I’m sad, excited, worried & happy all at once. I’m quizzing myself constantly – Am I everything I thought I would be? Have I done all of the things I had imagined? What if I’ve missed out on something? What if I don’t become the person I always thought I would be? My head screams ‘No! You haven’t done enough!’ But quite oddly, my heart says ‘Stop fretting, you’re just fine.’
If I am rational, and calm, and realistic about what this birthday means, I should be punching the air & doing cartwheels! I’ve made it this far! I have a rad mister by my side, I have an interesting and creative career, and I am blessed with incredible, inspiring and loving family and friends! Really, I have won the life lottery.
So what are the flowers for? They’re for me! It’s my birthday in 3 days.
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