I could be freaking out right now, or really sad, but really, I’m going to try and lean into the It is what it is way of thinking. My impatience, my temper, my overthinking, are all sabotaging just enjoying the moments. Clear spots of light in dark days when you don’t feel like getting up, when things feel too heavy to lift.
I have people around me that love me and show up for me and there are people out there that can’t say the same. When I was 25 and was a little more naive, I wrote in here that I wanted to spend all my birthdays henceforth in front of the beach, and I have spent a lot of birthdays since smelling salty air, sand between my toes. But I’ve spent them with friends in amazing cities too, and have had some epic adventures that I didn’t expect to have.
So I guess I’m approaching this year with a bit of recalibrated expectations. Not of Everest or grand gestures, but moments that count long term. Real ones that fold into a day to day that are meaningful. And I’m hoping I can show up for the people that I love in the same way. Even when my basest instincts are screaming into my head to just retreat in exhaustion.
But for now, let me listen to The Cardigans in peace.