Today I am not writing a post about wellness, nutrition or psychology. Today I am writing my personal musings because today I turn twenty-nine.

Not twenty-nine years old. And not twenty-nine years young as some like to say. Just twenty-nine.

Twenty-nine years on this planet. Twenty-nine years around the Sun. Twenty-nine years in this Universe. Twenty-nine years of living. Twenty-nine years of breathing. Twenty-nine years of feeling joy and happiness.

As odd as it may sound I don’t care about ageing. People keep saying ‘Oh that’s because you are not thirty yet!’ I am sure that nothing will be different when I turn thirty. Or forty. 

To me it’s just another year passed. Another year of lessons learned. Another year of wisdom gained. I cannot say they are all life-changing, eye-opening lessons. Some may be. Most are not. Just little truths that have never occurred to me before. I accept them as they come and I am grateful for them.

As years pass and I supposedly age nothing changes in my apprehension of the age. To me, I am stuck in the ageless limbo where a number is just a number and doesn’t matter much. It just tells me how long I’ve lived. My birthday is becoming less of a special day to celebrate my birth but more of a day to celebrate life.

As my face changes every year I accept that my skin is slightly less plump and it’s fine. I won’t rush to fill the wrinkles in in a cosmetologist’s office. My wrinkles tell me about my life, about me. The ones at the corners of my mouth tell me that I smile a lot – those around my eyes attest to that. The wrinkles on my forehead tell me that I am not the one to frown a lot, but often I express surprise. People surprise me, life surprises me – more often in a good way.

Just twenty-nine.

I am happy to be where I am today at twenty-nine. I am grateful for my family – both for the one that is here with me: bubbly my girls, my loving husband and his family, and for the one that’s far-away: my dear parents, sister and other relatives. I am grateful for my friends – some very old, some new, but all too dear. I am grateful to be me and celebrate this day.

Happy Birthday to me!


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Thought I’d just type it right in here for me to remember. After all, thoughts get lost in time, diaries shredded, letters burnt. What is a thought if it is never voiced?

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