One year older again!
So Monday (two days ago) was my birthday. And it's also the day my partner and I decided that we actually are a couple. A little cute that our anniversary is going to be on my birthday each time hehe.
It's a funny thing with birthdays. When thinking about it, we celebrate existence, and we also celebrate getting older in a society that sometimes demonizes age and getting mature! I love being the age I'm now three times as much as any age I've been before. I've become more confident and wiser. Sure, I'm not elderly, but wisdom is something that comes to some people at a certain age; it might be 30 for some and 80 for some (or in the middle), but some never experience real wisdom either. It's a funny thing. When you realize how little you know, and how detached you need to be from (especially material) things, that's when you have matured beyond wisdom.
I'm not fully there yet, but I'm on my way! I figure out more and more. I feel more at peace even when life throws a whole ocean on top of me (and I can't even swim, so that metaphor is really scary!). I don't make my own grave ready just because I'm disappointed anymore.
Birthdays are funny. Both in the literal, haha-funny sense but also in the weird, curious, and thoughtful sense. Just as it should be.
Here is a spread in my planner/journal where I made a collage of my birthday photos!
xx
Trix