Happy birthday you. You’re 38 today. Do you feel 38? Yesterday you felt about 88. It’s because you’ve just spent a week eating mildly unhealthy food and drinking booze and then tried to run in the hills for 3 hours. At this age, you know what the effects of diet, alcohol and sleep do to you.
38 year old me doesn’t want to be 38 just yet. I don’t want to get any older. I loved being 31. Then I loved 35. So maybe actually 38 is the next age to love? We’ll find out over the next 365 days I guess.
But, 38 year old me, I do love you. These last 8 years haven’t been easy. You’ve had to make some really hard decisions. You’ve had tough times, given up a lot. Sometimes it paid off, sometimes it didn’t. You’ve done far more than you ever thought you would; achieved so much, things you once only dreamed of. You’re doing alright. I’m proud of you.
I made a choice to try to live each day being true to myself and full of things and people that are important to me. I may not always get it right, or live quite the conventional life, but I like that. I’m pretty happy.
You may have more wrinkles than last year, a few more grey hairs and you’ll never have a flat stomach, but that’s OK. I love you just the way you are.