I've always said that I'm always excited to get older. The wisdom that comes with age and experience: Knowing when to let go, accepting flaws and strengths, loving what is and what is not. Being thankful for friends and family, thankful for kisses, hand-holding, love. Giving back and sharing to the world. Doing Carpe Diems. Being still. Counting blessings. Staying true and in love with my husband, Isabelle, myself and life itself.
No, I don't want to look back when I'm too old for the uncomfortable and say that I had not lived my life to the fullest. That I had not taken enough risks. That I had not travelled far to get to my dreams. That I had not loved enough, given enough of myself to the people I love and to the people that surround me. I don't want to regret anything for being too calculating and cautious. I want to be a good example to my daughter. And I will not be a sham when I tell her in the future, that you live only once. Bend, break, fall, but shake the dust and stand. Try again. As Albert Camus puts it: Live to the point of tears.
So cheers to another year. Who knows what I can do for another round. Save the world? Haha. Maybe. Or not. But I'll try to live in it as best as I can.