This past weekend, I celebrated another birthday. 32. I think my 30s are shaping to be the years I am really coming into my own. I am at the tail end of my tenth (!) year of teaching. I am at the tail end of my doctorate degree. I have two beautiful children, one of whom shared my birthday with me, my forever birthday gift. I have added onto my skills and can say I am a ghostwriter. And not to be too vain but I think I am finer than ever.
32.
To think, the much younger me would assume my 20s would be my peak. As the cliche goes though, I do find that I am getting better with age. More confident. More self-assured. More of the vision of myself that the five-year-old me would have looked up to. There is something powerful and comforting in that. I am here for that.
I am here for continuing my growth as a person, a mother, a writer, an educator, and a lover of life. The insecurities and self-doubt I had for a good chunk of my life are (thankfully) fading into the background. I am grateful for that. I am by no means perfect but it feels really good to feel comfortable in my skin.
So I say cheers to evolving, cheers to improving, cheers to becoming a better version of me that I can continue to be proud of, that my children can be proud of. I am ready for this next trip around the sun. I am ready for more opportunities. I am ready to absorb the rays and bloom.
