It is my 29th birthday. Selah!
I do not what it is but my big age is making me jittery, of course, I no longer have the flare that used to follow me in my tender years, I am quieter and bent on enjoying my solitude, I have a pet in the absence of children [I have decided that is the reason] I am learning patience, I am less impulsive, less sensitive and more forgiving of things not going my way.
I can officially say, I am at the heart of adulting, I have had my moment with how expensive saucepans and curtains are, the latter almost wipe me off but also opened my eyes to what bills, budgeting and finances are really about.
I have an investment portfolio, right now it is in pause mode because of the Ukrainian crisis but that too will pass. I have a cloud of witnesses on this journey called mentors, though buddies and cheerleaders. I can officially claim responsibility and accountability on my turf.
Everything seems to be falling into alignment. And that is the place I want to be for the next year- in alignment.
In all living, I am very scared of 29, at the back of my mind, is the resounding gong telling me to make 29 counts because it is the last year in the decade of my 20s. That responsibility continues to outweigh my dreams and aspirations. As if for some unknown reason, 29 is my grounding year, in a sense, I feel like, after 29, there will be very little that can ground me if I miss it at 29.
Phew! I am very scared of 29, I desire to get it right, and to find my alignment in this life. To recourse, realign and repurpose myself for the next decade. I don't want this next year to find me still rumbling about getting it right. I want to have a plan for the next decade, whether it happens in that way or not. 29 is the year to plan for my 30s.
I also know that many of my plans will change as the years unfold but I want to hope that I will have cemented my next steps at my finishing plate in my twenties.
