Birthdays have always been a point of reflection for me. A chance to examine where I’ve been and where I’m going.
Last year, on my actual birthday, I jumped off a metaphorical cliff and started a journey to an entirely new life. On my last day of 38, I can reflect on the sometimes hard-to-believe changes that have happened in the last year; the strength in myself and trust in others I’ve found; the amazing things that can happen when you abandon fear and crack open your heart to being authentically yourself.
More so, though, I find myself looking to the future. There are always challenges and unknowns in life. But the gift that 38 has given me is the confidence in myself and my tribe to know that we can handle them.
That the path forward may not be totally visible, but that traversing it with authenticity will get me where I’m going. That hope and joy and sorrow and loss will all come and go in their time and I will be here for all of it.
39 promises to come in a little less dramatically than 38 (it IS 2020, so you never know), but with a steadiness and faith born of the last 365 days that will carry me through the next.