I turn 26 today.
I kept repeating that the entire day taking note of how it made me feel every time. I feel old – in a good way.
I am more certain about certain things than I was a year ago. There’s less dread. I am getting more comfortable with taking meals alone. I feel more bonded with the family. I care less about making a fool of myself during public performances that my work requires. Less idealistic. I’m trying to worry less about things I have no control of. I have greater trust in time. I’m starting to see my forgetfulness as an advantage.
Life isn’t better or worse although there had been changes. At this age, one learns to cope. It isn’t without pain or hurt. There’s a lot I’ve lost and more than I don’t have. It makes me for grateful for what I do have and what I have earned.
It isn’t that bad, aging. For now, at least. For every year comes a new set of realizations. I have been blessed. And I remain thankful.