Someone asked me how I felt about turning 31, and truth be told, I couldn’t be happier! Sure, no one likes the physical changes that are associated with aging, but there are so many positive emotional and mental evolutions for most (of course there are exceptions) people including me that you can’t help but be grateful.
This past year has been one of the happiest in my life. Not because of money, people or anything like that, but because I have become mature enough to accept and make the most of my life. I am no longer concerned with trivial things such as who likes me or who doesn’t, having this material possession or that (doesn’t mean that I don’t like nice things #IJS, it won’t make or break me if I don’t get something that I want), what this or that person is doing, or trying to control the actions/feelings of others. I truly do enjoy the more simple things in life like feeling the warm sun on my face, watching my son sleep (as corny as it may seem), or just putting a smile on someone’s face. I’ve also come to accept myself for who I am. I’m a pleaser, making the ones that I love and care for happy is what makes me happy. It’s both a blessing and a curse but I’ve learned to accept it. But I’m also wise enough (thanks to age) to know when someone is insatiable and a waste of my time whether they be a friend or family and have the strength and courage to walk away. I no longer waste valuable time and effort trying to make something work that just doesn’t. I am now more emotionally and mentally resilient than I’ve ever been, almost to the point where I can’t be knocked off of my feet! Someone may rock me occasionally but will never have enough power to make me fall.
So with my annual advancement in age comes excitement and happiness because I know that with time I’m only getting better! Life is too short for me to be concerned with people or situations that aren’t concerned about me. Cheers to 31!