I had a whole different post made for today about what it's been like to be me for the last 2 months, but that post is holding on to a lot of pain. The pain is valid and the hurt is real and they didn't magically go away, but I am choosing to not make them the center of my birthday.
I did not think I'd be starting over at 35. But here I am. I have a new apartment and I am getting my space to feel like mine. Gone are the days of minimalism I am in my maximalist era.
I am surrounding myself with people and things that bring me joy. I am setting goals for myself and asking that people hold me accountable even when it's hard. I am learning to sit alone with myself in a quiet and have that be good enough.
This is not the year for perfection. This is the year for finding myself again. Happy Birthday to me!
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