I’m about to turn another year older (March 26th if you’re interested in sending a birthday shout out my way – no pressure). I’m totally fine turning another year older. Yes, because I’m young but also because it feels like this is a time in my life when I’m really starting to figure a lot of shit out. I’ve always been that person that feels and acts older than their biological age. Part of this is my nature and part of it is a result of my environment. The challenges I was faced with when I was younger helped me mature and grow in ways I’m sure I wouldn’t have otherwise (that was a positive, Mom). And although there are times when I wish I would have been more of a carefree kid, I am who I am because of my experiences. Despite those experiences though, I’m still finding my way; figuring out where to focus my energy.
Life is hard. Whether we’re consumed everyday with caring for a sick child or just trying to stay afloat and relevant in our job/industry, it can feel hopeless at times. I fight with my anxiety and the negative thoughts in my head every single day. But I’m learning. I’m learning to focus on the positive and surround myself with people that do the same. I’m learning to shake off the mean, unnecessary comments (after I vent to my sister about them first, of course) that can get stuck in my head and make me worry WAY too much. I’m letting go of expectations that are only going to bring disappointment and accept what people are capable of giving.
I don’t expect this to be the year that I figure it all out (do we ever?), but I feel like it will be a year of renewed hope. A year to worry less and enjoy more. I’m not planning to jump out of any airplanes (I will never do this) or summit any peaks, but I am planning to be present in my life. That, my friends, is living.