She told me that every year, on her birthday, she allows herself one hour to sit around and mope. She gives herself this limited amount of time to reflect on the year and soak in any feelings of nostalgia or "broodiness" as she calls it. She says that this hour has nothing to do with getting old in a vanity context (you won't catch my mother crying about wrinkles or contemplating botox) but she says, it's more about reflecting on the process of reaching another age and the mixed feelings that can come with that.
Once the hour is up, she goes about her day, practicing gratitude for life and starting fresh. There is no moping or sadness or complaining after that. She gets on with it.
While I'm turning a big milestone today I can't help but think about the things that lie ahead and behind me. I have been thinking about the responsibilities that come along with getting older and the pressure to achieve certain things. However, today I will try and focus on the new adventures that lie in front of me and believe that wherever I am today, is exactly where I should be. I will not compare myself to other 25 year olds (past or present) and make my own path towards something new. I hope that I don't even use my allotted one hour.
Above is my first gift from my parents: a new pair of "real woman shoes" as I call them and a classic Kate Spade watch.
Here's to another quarter. xx
