This afternoon as the sun went down, I went up to the roof by myself. I sat indian-style facing the sun, I marvelled at the realization of how small I am in this world. The sky was filled with beautiful fluffy masses. Blues, pinks, purples. Beauty at its finest. I said goodbye to this golden year. 27. It really has been golden! I have learned SO MUCH about myself, the world, happiness, love, health, and what it is to be free.
I am happy with the woman I am today. I am strong! I am full! I am complete! I am enough!
I found out that tomorrow there is a big homemade ceviche feast for me. They must know me well. It was exactly what I was wanting, but didn't say anything. (:
I fully understand that as we get older, birthdays aren't so significant. Most people say that it's "just another day". However, to me it isn't. This is my new year. This is my time.
Tomorrow I will greet the day by watching the sun rise from the rooftop. I am grateful. For so much, especially this personal journey that has been unraveling. Another year older, another year wiser. <3
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