My birthday has become a point of reflection for me. Every year I seem to find the time to spend a few minutes alone looking back at the past year and pondering the one of the future.
I appreciate this time, these precious moments where I can be lost in my own thoughts.
My thirties haven't been so bad, really. This must be the age of not giving a flying $#!@ because I find myself caring less and less about the trivial stuff every day.
I'm rediscovering and reinventing myself based on who I truly am, not who the world wants me to be, and I have loved it. I'm chasing joy, chasing home, and finding it easier to find all the time.
Will all of my thirties be this way?
I doubt it.
But I'll be damned if I don't try to make it the best it can be.