I am officially 39. My last year in my 30s. I want to make a crack that I didn’t think I’d make it this far, but I knew I would.
I just wasn’t sure how things would look once I arrived.
Some things I’d hoped for. I have a career I like and people I enjoying working with and for. I have a few badass tattoos. I like my body most days and my personality more days than that. I am an accomplished home cook and baker.
Other things didn’t pan out. I’m divorced, for one. The life I thought I’d get with the person I’d picked wasn’t to be. I was so scared at first. Now, I’m proud of myself for moving forward. Last year was weird and bittersweet and awkward when I turned 38.
Today I woke up and cuddled with my pets. Today I had coffee and was presented with a beautiful red velvet cake. I’ve spent the day doing absolutely nothing but eating some of my favorite foods and reading. I’ll stitch and/or crochet shortly and watch movies. Or I won’t. Either way, the rest of the day stretches out before me with possibilities.
Today I am happy and content from the peace of knowing I chose myself.
Sara Myriad
