Beginning of the end of a Decade
In a few days it will be my twenty ninth year of life. Which can sound scary considering it is my last year of those reckless twenties, but age is just a number and there is no such thing as an end of an era. Unless we are speaking about electronics like a VCR which has sadly seen better days. RIP 90’s!
There is seriously so much angst about getting older especially when you’re a woman. We have to be this young hot vivacious super woman from the day we hit puberty to the day we die. It ain’t easy we were not born with it Maybelline! — But before I go on about age, beauty and feminism; this is about me turning the big 29! Sadly this year I have nothing planned like zilch, it’s almost like I planned my dirty thirty so much that I forgot you have to pass this little walk bridge of numero vente nueve. (Yes, you heard that correctly I had my thirtieth birthday planned the day I turned 25, I even have the dress hanging in my closet) In any case every year you’re alive I truly believe is a time to celebrate. You should always find the time to make a wish on that little fire stick alone or surrounded by loved ones. It is day 365 of solely you. Your own special holiday. Next to New Years Eve, it is my favorite party of the year. So it is surprising to my family and friends that I did not have a list of demands, birthday plans, or prerequisites of attire this time around. I just couldn’t think of anything. I thought it meant I was depressed about this upcoming birthdate, but now I think it means I’m finally satisfied. There is no selfish desire to make this day about me; ugh does that mean I have officially reached that finish line of adulthood? You know that boring adult who works on their birthday, who denies to celebrate because they have this thing called responsibilities? I hope not. (No offense to you adults, but you should always try and take the day off; do it for YOU! )
There really isn’t much to say, I did tell you that I couldn’t even plan anything let alone write words. It seems to be easier to talk about anything other than myself. All I hope for this year, is that I become closer to my loving family, my awesome friends and this crazy yet beautiful world. I hope that I become more confident in myself, less emotional towards others, and successful in the grand scheme of things. Not rich, just happy.
So farewell friends the next time you’ll hear from me I will be a few days wiser and twenty nine.
Love More, Peace More and Roar More.
Your Wild Spirit Guide,