It’s my birthday and I’ve done some reflecting:
It’s okay to be weak sometimes. It’s okay to ask for help when you need it and to lean on the ones you love around you.
It’s okay to be strong. Especially to be a strong woman. Don’t apologize for knowing your strengths.
I don’t care about the scale as much as I used to. (okay, sometimes I care) Mostly I’m just finding the comfort in my own body, the beauty in it and the fact that it is the shape it is because of the life I have given and the life I have lived. There is no shame in that.
Say “I love you” in the moment, out loud. Too many times those moments pass us by and we don’t tell the people closest to us how we feel.
Cherish your real friends. You know who they are. Get rid of the people in your life that you know to be toxic. Even if it’s a painful thing to do.
Hug your children everyday.
Thank your parents. (Thanks Mom and Dad)
Kiss often and really mean it.
My life is not the one that I had sometimes envisioned it to be. But in most ways, it’s much better.
Tonight, I celebrate my new age with a glass of whiskey and some time with the family. Ash and Liam, I miss you both.
38 ain’t so bad.