Today, I am officially in my mid-thirties.
I don’t know what I was expecting my life to look like at this age. To be honest, I don’t think I ever imagined it or even thought about it. Growing up I always fantasized about being 26 and 28. Like it was going to be the peak of my life, or the best years of my life. (Side note: 26 was an amazing year; 28 not so much).
Why did I romanticize those particular ages? Where did that come from? Maybe because 26 is my “golden” birthday? Or maybe I just like even numbers (but apparently only in the 20s)? Or maybe because I was taught to think of it as the “marrying” age for women and then your life is not your own after that?
Whatever the reason, here we are now, at an intermission of sorts in my life where I’m figuring out where to go, what to do, who I am, and who I want to become. I’m closer to answering those questions now than I was months ago. That’s worth celebrating. And celebrate it I shall. With a free snickerdoodle cupcake from the local bakery. And some soju.
But in all seriousness, I want to thank you for all the birthday messages. Thank you to my parents and sister who love and support me no matter how much I test their patience. Thank you to my friends, near and far, who forgive me for running away and hiding at times and who love me more than I think I deserve sometimes. My life is only as good as it is because you’re in it.
Thank you. Maraming salamat.
Cheers to another revolution around the sun!