Today was the first day of my '30th year on the planet' (or maybe second if you count my actual birthday yesterday) I have officially started my last year in my 20's. It is completely hard to believe. I don't even want to reflect at the moment on what the past years have brought me to. Perhaps I'll save that reflection for the big 3-0, scary. People tend to ask (well my grandma anyway) 'do you feel older??'... and I think actually this time I do, mostly because there is so much more I want from this life and I don't know how to make it all happen but I need to somehow trust that it will... somehow... I wish I knew. So a new number has not changed my fuzzy outlook on life... maybe with a few more days.... older and wiser... (one can hope).
I will learn from my past, allow wounds to heal, let the scars remind me of where I have come, but not dwell on what is behind me. I will look to the future with expectation and hope.
Here's to a good year in the story of H.
