Sometimes it feels like you have nothing figured out. Life, adult stuff, your relationships, your style, your haircut… “What the heck?”, you’re thinking, “I’m 37, when will I sort things out?” And then you step back a little. And you remember when you were 27. All you wanted was a large group of friends, be more athletic, and financially independent.
Look at you now! You live in Paris, in an overly small and expensive nice flat. You have a fairly underpaid great job you love. You’ve made friends, you’ve walked kilometers, you’ve taken some time off to live in Madrid and Lisbon. You’ve traveled and gotten broke. You’ve tried to get rid of the things that were holding you back and be a better person. You’ve volunteered, boxed, hiked, taken up new sports and met all these nice people. You’ve gotten another degree, and had some hot guys fall for you. You’ve gained some peace, and acceptance of what is and what is not (cf. hot guys).
And you realize : you haven’t figured it all out and probably never will. But you’ve done some serious work in getting closer to who you would like to be. You’ve started before you were ready. And you’ve decided to fill the gap between what you want and what you have with more laughter than tears. You’ve cut bangs.
Not that bad.
Here’s to the next 10 years.
