It’s taken me forever to get here. To become the person I am today. Why do I still feel like that 17 year old, leaving school, enrolling in a course, embarking on my life?
Time goes so fast. I am 42 years old, but I sometimes still feel like I am a teenager. Remembering my first crush, my first kiss, my first embarassing drunken escapade. It all seems so fresh in my mind. Wouldn’t it be easier to go back to those times, when the weight of the world wasn’t so heavy?
My life has been full and yes, it has been a journey. Of discovery, of adventure and of heartache. Is it true that these things mould you into the type of person you become?
Would I have changed anything? Of course. But then I wouldn’t be the same. The joy and the sadness has made me into a strong and proud woman, mother, wife and friend. I remember thinking of what it would be like to be a mother, and here I am and I am fulfilled. And so lucky.
I count my blessings every day. I don’t take things for granted because once the sun goes down, this day will never be again.
Yes. It’s taken me forever to get here. But it was worth the wait.