i never thought there will come a time in my life that i didn’t want to be reminded of my age. well, this year, is definitely the first. a few days ago, i officially turned 38. unlike all my previous birthdays, this one quietly sneaked in on me. no frills, no funfare, no expectations–and it actually felt good.
had i been a few years younger, im sure the triviality of it would’ve mattered. i guess it comes with age…somehow one transcends to a higher, purer, simpler self. well, at least this is how i feel. lately, i realized small, simple things makes me happy. the laughter of the children, a touch from my husband, the cool wisp of air. the smell of freshly baked bread. the thought that we will be alright….
there’s a glow and a serenity within. it took me all these 38 years to figure out what life is REALLY all about. there’s no more pushing, nor tugging. i have finally come home to me.
if this is a sign of growing old gracefully, then bring on the years!