As my birthday approaches I think less about how much I’ve changed on my own and more about the select few in my life that have changed me for the better. There are times I’m in such awe that I even have these people in my life. I should be alone. But there truly are people who are not only there for me even when I push away; but who fully accept me as I am. I can tell them everything and I feel no judgement. They may see this as so insignificant and unimportant but to me, and who I am, their impact on the entirety of my life has been monumental. They have been there for me in times that I just couldn’t carry myself anymore. Times when I wanted to quit. I wanted to run. They carried me. Not through powerful monologues and philosophical moments of clarity but with simple messages of “good morning” and “it’ll be ok.”
This birthday I stopped feeling as though I was getting older and instead I started feeling that I keep getting luckier and luckier.