I turned 27 last week. Yes, 27. We celebrated doing a few things over the weekend like going to a veggie food festival, having a nice picnic, going to Ensenada, and having some tapas and wine on my birthday night. I was a quite pleasant long weekend. It eased my mind/thoughts on turning one year older because i kind of didn’t want to do anything and just let it pass. I know it’s a bit ridiculous to still not want to get older but it happens some years, i get that feeling, strong feeling and i realize i AM getting older. Hahahaha. I know.
I feel sometimes that each year starts on march and i have all these plans and ideas in my mind for the coming months and I just can’t seem to travel as much as i would want to, or save up for a whatever it is i want/need that year, or take more trips to the beach or park, all those plans, you know, nothing big or work plans (those are actually made at the start of january; these are more like existential and emotional stuff), but after all has passed, at the end of the year i notice that this or that didn’t happen, I do realize that as long as i am better (or at least the same) than last year, happier, full, healthier and still dreaming and progressing, it’s all good with me.