I had started this blog to mark a new season in my personal life – beginning from my 28th year on this earth and looking forward to the future with greater optimism and (here’s hoping) wisdom.
Fast forward a year or so and I’m sitting only a few months away from entering my third decade.
Why does counting the years matter so much? Or perhaps it’s not that I’m caught up in ‘getting older’ but that acknowledging my age provides a framework for how I see my life at its current moment and where I see it going.
In truth, I’m happy with the progress so far. I’m happy that I’m learning to accept what is within and outside of my control. I’m happy that slowly but surely, I am finding contentment in what I have whilst working for what I want.
Is this a promising start for my new chapter? I feel that it is. At least, writing it down makes it feel real. And makes me accountable. And keeps me motivated.
I think I’m finally growing up.