Forever Young

When I was a kid, birthdays were fun days to get presents, eat cake and get up to hijinks. Now that I'm a pseudo adult, birthdays are...no big deal, really. Today, however, marks the start of my last year of my roaring twenties, and I'm in a rather reflective mood because of that.

So very much has happened in the last year.

Exactly one year ago, my sis was in the ICU ward, and I thought I was going to lose her. I spent my 28th birthday in the hospital, anxious and sober and grim. Today, she's healthy and happy and she's my star. My day starts with me making sure she's tucked in bed and giving her a kiss. My day ends the same way.

I've grown so much closer to my family. No matter how knackered I am when I get home, I try to spend some time chatting with Mum. I really enjoy her company, and I have so much fun with her. I get along so much better with Dad too; I might always be his little girl, but he treats me like an adult now. About time too!

I've made new friends, reconnected with some old ones, and I've walked away from toxic influences and people who were hurting me.

I started, and and almost finished with my Advanced Diploma in TESOL course. I've made the decision to pursue a Masters in Education.


Most importantly...I've learnt to forgive myself and love myself. And that has made so much difference.

I'm looking forward to the year ahead. I'm excited, and there's this undercurrent of energy that's just amazing.


This is the last year of my twenties. I'm going to OWN it.