Today is my 33rd birthday and whilst I used to think being in my 30’s would make me feel old I have to say, I really don’t feel it. If anything I feel like every year makes me feel so much younger and more confident?!
To celebrate I picked a flower to press and frame, I got myself some vegan croissants, took self indulgent pictures of myself feeling pretty and I rolled into 33 doing yoga at midnight – the practice was all about gratitude and it made me want to write this post.
Here I am… at 33.
I am grateful for…
My body – I think it was only a few years ago I started to think that I wasn’t too horrible looking, which sounds stupid to say but I had never once looked at myself in the mirror and thought I was anything other than meh. Recently I’ve started to like my face quite a lot. As for my body? I’m not at my ‘goal weight’ or anything but I’ve started not to really care. I can run, I can do yoga, I can train in martial arts and I’m healthy. Probably the healthiest I’ve ever been.
My job – I have been in my new job for a year [later this month] and I’m finally doing something where I feel like I’m moving forward. Woohoo!
My relationship – It’s been 9 years and we’re still good. Relationships can be hard but I’m with someone who gets me [helpful] and doesn’t mind when I pick up yet ANOTHER hobby which means the dining table is covered in crap!
My dream career – Writing. I write a lot. I could write more, obviously, but life is life. I’m in a very in between space with it. I have one book out trying to get an agent. It might never happen but I’m still plugging it. I have a book series which is 2/3 written and will be ready to submit to agents this year and despite not having a deal yet I couldn’t be closer. I have the work, it’s just about selling it. EEk.
My home – We’ve been here for 2 years now and finally getting around to making it ours. Paint, more furniture and the office. It’s a work in progress and I love it.
So that’s it. I’m 33 and feeling… good?!