It’s my birthday in a few hours, and frankly, I have mixed feelings about turning older.
A part of me is excited for the new adventures ahead, while another part of me isn’t ready to say goodbye to my current age and move on to the next. Maybe it’s this cliched fear of growing older, coupled with the slight disappointment of not achieving everything I’d hoped to accomplish.
In my deepest wound, I saw Your glory, and it healed me.
Photographed a birthday party in Klang earlier this month. The birthday boy was an adorable 4-year-old with the cutest smile and the bubbliest personality!
“How’s life?” one of my friends asked via text the other day. I flicked through the variety of general responses that fronted my mind: life’s good, same old same old, nothing much, etc.
And then it hit me.
“I don’t think I have much of a life,” I typed back, suppressing a sigh. “I’m always so stressed out. I think I’m craving a vacation.”
Every working adult understands the cycle of pouring all your energy into work, only to return home feeling so exhausted from everything and dreaming up the next vacation – maybe a quick getaway to the neighboring town, or if your budget allows for it, an exciting trip out of the country. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only 20-something-year-old who feels this way.
A couple years ago, blogging was my means of escape into a portal of writing. I found comfort in spilling my thoughts – however random, whimsical or dark they were – and didn’t seem to care if my words were read by people I knew or complete strangers. And that was because I was blogging for myself.
But over the last year or so, I haven’t been able to be completely honest with my blog. Whenever I start a new post, I’m reminded that I’m displaying my writing, personality and thoughts in front of an audience – some of which I know and don’t. I’m totally okay having my blog read by strangers, but it’s the ones who know me whom I feel slightly guarded against.
The best way to measure the progress you’ve made and how far you’ve come, isn’t based on your career or academics, or how many friends you have. It all comes down to how you spend your time.
Who have you made time for?
Who have you inspired this year?
Whose lives have you touched?
And don’t forget to spend time with yourself. Learn to love and accept the wonderful person that you are.
We’d arrived in Osaka in the middle of winter, with gray skies suspended over the city like a blanket – thick, cottony clouds swollen with icy winter rain. Osaka is often overshadowed by Tokyo’s glitz and glamor and Kyoto’s magical beauty, but it’s still a charming city, sprinkled with exciting attractions.