I dreaded the idea of turning 31, growing up, I used to think people in their 30’s were really and I mean really old. Now that I’m in my 30's, that perspective has quickly shifted literally flew out of the window (I am not that old or am I???), I still feel like a little kid, except I’m doing my best in playing the part of an adult–trying to fit in with other grown-ups, and subsequently hiding the little kid within.
Having been obsessed with the topic of happiness, love and personal development over the past years (heads cracking, brain tired), I feel like I’m becoming more and more in touch with the mature me, straightforward, and established in love.
I paused and looked at my life and its richness and fullness. I am overwhelmed by the love of my God, my family and friends. I am drenched in acceptance, openness, and the daily beauty of being me, as difficult as it is some days!!! Yeah it’s hard being me at times.
I love my life and am thankful for every moment of it. I love that God will never ever say, “You’re all done Jabulile. Nothing’ more to learn here.” I love that birthdays are markers of not only where we came from, but where we are headed…and for those reasons, I love turning 31, finally at peace with my age!!!
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