26 today. And with each new number, I am wiser, more mature, more acquainted with the false trappings of fear, & more MYSELF.
Getting older does not mean I am less willing to get lost in play, be optimistic, follow my soul, chase blindly after my dreams, laugh obnoxiously until my belly hurts, cry myself to sleep, and do cartwheels in the living room. I will not trade in the beautiful array of complex experiences this life has to offer for the title of “Adult”. I will not betray the desires of my mind, body & soul for the expectations of society.
You see, maturity is not defined by putting on a suit every morning. It’s not defined by paying the bills. Maturity is holding ourselves accountable—not just for what we do, but for WHO WE ARE. It’s knowing ourselves. The good & the bad. It’s understanding that we have the capacity to hurt, ignore, neglect, judge, betray & hide. And yet, the capacity to give, celebrate, rejoice, persist, encourage, help, listen, & love. It’s acknowledging the worst and best versions of ourselves and striving every day to be a little bit better. It’s admitting our wrongdoings and empathizing with those we’ve hurt. And it’s leaning hard into joy with the people we love.
So this year, my wish is to mature deeply into myself, but never ever “grow up”. Happy birthday to me! I hope we all have a reason to celebrate this day & every day 🎉💛