This week, I turn 29 and I can’t stop thinking, “how did this happen?!” It seriously seems like one day I woke up to a Belle Barbie doll and party at Chuck E. Cheese, blinked a few times, and now here I am kicking off the last year in my twenties. I honestly don’t feel 29. I still cry for my mom when I’m sick, eat PB&J almost every day for lunch and fangirl over One Direction. But the reality is, I’ve been on this earth for nearly three decades and there’s anti-aging cream on my vanity.
I would love for this post to include “29 Lessons I’ve Learned,” or something just as insightful but honestly, at this stage in my life I’m still learning so much. I did want this post to focus on one recent lesson, as it pertains to the acceptance of age and why I now embrace it.
Unfortunately, some tragic news is what sparked this new mindset for me, as I’d been dreading turning a year older for the past 364 days. Last month, a younger sister in my sorority passed away unexpectedly. The devastation of a beautiful life taken too soon shook me to my core. Along with the immense feeling of grief, came a wave of shame. Instead of complaining about getting older, I should be celebrating the fact that I have the opportunity to. From now on, I will only have an attitude of pure content when it comes to aging (even when that anti-aging cream isn’t enough to do the trick!).
I don’t think I’ve looked forward to a birthday since my 5th. After all, I had a Belle Barbie doll, what more could I need? But this year, I plan to restore that childlike mentality. I’ll wake up happy, enthusiastic and fortunate for the chance to experience 29!