I turned 39 this past week. It didn’t feel as I thought it would, to be honest. I am not what you would consider an optimist. If my nearest and dearest were ever asked to provide words that might describe my character, I am doubtful that, “joyful” and, “delightful” would make the list. I have always been good with that, truthfully. I am steadfast, I am dependable, I am a realist, I am articulate- I am a lot of things. What’s interesting is that I took a deep look at the words that have shaped my identity this week before entering into the last year of my thirties and realized that all of them were words given to me by someone else; or words that have been birthed out of the experiences that have shaped me. Not, necessarily, ones that have sprung up from within.
In Which I Turn 39
In Which I Turn 39
In Which I Turn 39
I turned 39 this past week. It didn’t feel as I thought it would, to be honest. I am not what you would consider an optimist. If my nearest and dearest were ever asked to provide words that might describe my character, I am doubtful that, “joyful” and, “delightful” would make the list. I have always been good with that, truthfully. I am steadfast, I am dependable, I am a realist, I am articulate- I am a lot of things. What’s interesting is that I took a deep look at the words that have shaped my identity this week before entering into the last year of my thirties and realized that all of them were words given to me by someone else; or words that have been birthed out of the experiences that have shaped me. Not, necessarily, ones that have sprung up from within.