Thirty Two

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When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving through you, a joy. - Rumi


Thirty two. Today is the last day I'll be thirty two. Tomorrow, I'll be thirty three. A fine age. One that I'm not ashamed of.

The extra wrinkles around my eyes are proof that I have a life worth caring for, with more laughter-filled moments than I can count.

The gray hairs are proof that I have a life worth fussing over with people who fill more space in my heart than I ever thought imaginable.

Thirty two was the year that I finally started listening to my soul. I started paying attention to me.  My desires.  What makes my heart sing.  And I actually did something about it.  I said "no" when I normally would have said the opposite.  I made myself a priority. 

I stopped doing the unnecessary things that didn't fill my cup.  And started making the things that did fill my cup, a priority. No matter how silly they may seem to an outsider.

I more than learned to accept. I learned to embrace and celebrate this body I’ve been given. I didn’t beat myself up for taking until thirty two to learn this. Instead, I recognized how lucky I am to have learned this at thirty two instead of seventy two.

I’m thankful for thirty two. Yes. Thankful. And excited for thirty three.  



"...have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become." - Steve Jobs