So… 32.:) Since the first digit of my age flipped to 3 from 2, I stopped caring about the number that defines how long it’s been since I was born, because guess what? it really does not matter. How many times I heard this in my teens or early twenties – gazillion, but I never believed it, but turned out my mamma was right. So if you are under 25 and for some reason are reading this – age does not matter. If you are over 30, you’ll probably agree.
If I were asked by my younger self what’s the best part of being the age I am – I’d say “not giving much shit”. Turning your focus of attention from outwards to inwards. Knowing what you want and how to get there – more or less. Understanding that all the relationships you have – with the partner, parents, friends, colleagues, work, self – is your own choice. Being able to say yes to things without thinking how it looks to others. Being able to say no to things without thinking how it looks to others. Not being too afraid to fail because you already know nothing is constant and you are kinda fine with it.
I am mainly writing it to re-read my own preaching next time I am pissed, upset, frustrated, uncertain and giving too much shit.
Not wanting it to sound like an Oscar speech I will still say there are so many things and experiences I am thankful for to the previous year of my life. Not only nice and fancy things, but also those that made me cry, reconsider, live through, overcome, accept and let go.
32 feels great. Let’s all turn 32 – unless you know for sure it only gets better from here:)