Only a few hours away and I will be 29. My last year in the 20s is about to begin. Age doesn’t really scare me, in fact, I kind of like growing up. Of course the wrinkles and slow metabolism aren’t causing me to do a celebration dance any time soon. However, with age we learn (hopefully) and I like that. I like that I have another year behind me of life experience that can help me through the next year and so on.
For whatever reasons, being 28 was hard on me. I felt like I was in a REALLY awkward stage. Kind of like the picture below, only instead of looking really awkward, I just felt it inside.
I’ve done a lot of soul searching, trying to figure out my passions and those things that don’t sit well with me. I’ve made a lot of changes, some not so easy, in order to become more like ME. I’ve had more heartache, yet at the same time more joy. Can anyone at all relate? It’s all caused me to be in this very vulnerable state, staring down my weaknesses and all of my fears shouting, “I WILL be better. I WILL get through this. I WILL conquer.” Slightly dramatic, but that has basically been me at 28 years old. I’ve been at war with myself and I’m finally winning.
When I try to think about where I am now in life, two pictures come to my mind. I have to be around 10 years old, maybe a little older. But I for sure know that I am not yet in my teens or to that point in life where you start to care about how others think about you. I was me and I liked me. I had no clue what any of my peers thought of me and it didn’t matter anyway, not one bit.
28 may have been rough, but it has brought my 10 year old confidence back along with all the 18 years of lessons learned. I feel like that little girl in those pictures did, just being me and embracing it all. Dirty nails, stick on earrings, crooked teeth, and no fashion sense – yet confident. My hygiene has improved slightly and I’ve had braces, but that’s not the point. I’m sure you know what I mean.
I’m now one year older and wiser (with a lot to still learn).