Today I turn another year older and I say goodbye to one of the most challenging years of my life.
I learnt a lesson for the third time with the same person and realised that some people just don’t have the best intentions for your heart.
I resigned from a job that was a significant yet stagnant portion of my life for ten years and it walked me right out the door which was heartbreaking and disrespectful.
I also had the struggles of watching things go badly with my grandparents health. There’s a certain numbness you feel when there’s nothing you can do and all you can do is get up each day and keep going because you don’t know what’s around the corner.
Yet despite these things which made my 34th year a not so great time to remember, I also made choices which while difficult, were right.
I was careful with who I shared my time, my voice and my thoughts. I withdrew where necessary and spoke up where needed. And even though there were times things felt hopeless and I couldn’t see the light, I never stopped believing that there was some magic in the air every now and then.
I believed this when I connected with people who surprised me, who I didn’t know at all, but who let me in and loved me. I believed this when I held the strongest hands and had eyes I wish were mine, look so far beyond the surface it killed me to walk away. And I believed this when I had the kindest words uttered to me and knew I deserved more.
So that’s what being 35 is going to be.
It’s going to me more.
It’s going to be better.
It’s going to be enough.
It’s going to be the year I keep believing.
It’s going to be me being all I can be.
It’s going to BE…..