Reflections of a 34 year old

Happy birthday to me... I am thirty four years old now and I have so much to be thankful for.  I have never been the type of person to take things for granted. I value what I have; all of it.  I have life, for starters. For the most part, I have good health - let's just say I have no terminal illnesses. I have a home to live in. I have a car to take me places. I have an amazing job. I have family and friends who care about me.  I have love. I have food to eat every day. I have shoes on my feet. I have running water. I have electricity and central air. I have a sound mind. I have all of my limbs and the ability to use them. I know that every time I am granted another day of life, the sun will also be there to greet me.

In my thirty four years, I've loved, I've lost, I've seen snow, I've left the country, I've been wealthy, I've been poor, and I've lived in rented (and owned) rooms, apartments, and houses.  I've fallen. I've broken a bone. I've gone ice skating. I played sports. I've been in a play. I've won a beauty pageant. I've been the new kid in school seven times in six years.  I've won. I've aced all my classes. I've failed a couple. I've cried until I laugh and I've laughed until I cry.

I have been alone...

I've won awards and scholarships. I've been accepted and I've been rejected. I've been hurt. I've had long hair and hort hair. I've been selfish and I've been selfless. I've learned and I've taught. I have visited more than 10 states.  I've suffered. I've endured. I've beat the odds. I've been a statistic.

I have perfect eyesight. I have had stitches. I have talked to strangers. I have given a stranger a ride home. I have felt empty and full.

I feel like theres so much more I still need to do.

I wonder what I'll be like in 10 years?

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