Two weeks ago, I turned thirty and my birthday in all honesty was amazing. Which says a lot given my mental temperament before then. I was in crisis. To be frank. So consumed was I concerning where my life was going, it was quite easy to forget just how far I’d already come. And also, that even though life wasn’t all that I wanted, somehow it was still exactly all that I need.
The thing is at some point, we all feel a little mediocre. We look at others and wish we were where they are. We look at ourselves and think that we aren’t where we used to be. And that perhaps wherever that was, it was actually better than where we are now. We overcomplicate life with so many plans, and rules. You look forward so much, you forget what’s now.
And just how to be grateful for a moment that spent, can never be returned.
I turned thirty and it’s a little bit crazy.
Because for all that I was worried about my future, I almost missed my present.