14/12/2025
On one hand I’m feeling more settled into “myself” than ever, and on the other hand, I’m feeling myself changing and morphing into this person I am now. It’s a strange thing to be reaching “middle age” and having so much life to look back on, and so much more to look forward to. It feels like a very pivotal point in life where the big life lessons we learned before are fuel for the future, and we have just enough energy, life experience, and resources to guide our next steps. It’s easy to get swept away in the grind and old patterns of life and watch it just pass you by, year after year. It takes action and choice to steer your own ship with planning and awareness of time to reach destinations, and with enough sustenance to get you there. I finally really like myself, and I’m meeting myself, all at the same time. So much of this appreciation is because I saw a sparkly idea, packed my bags, food, and water, and I steered my ship towards it. I’ve learned to love myself for my adventures and the risks I’ve taken in life, not for seeking a wrinkle-less face, a Prada bag, and an expensive car. There’s so much more to love in our scars, the smile lines from laughing and resting sideways on our pillows, and the way the sun marked our skin after years of breathing the fresh air outdoors. Our cores are strong from trying to find the balance between taking control and dropping the ropes all at the same time. Life is just so wholesome, and too fleeting to not show gratitude to the person I was, I am, and eventually will be.