Today I turn 34.
Before I started writing this post, I went back and read the post I wrote on my 33rd birthday.
All of the memories and emotions came flooding back. It was quite a chapter. Probably a lot more monumental than I realised at the time.
And, just like last year, so much has happened since then.
But the biggest thing, the best thing and the thing that I’m most proud of has only been happening in the past couple of months.
I’ve finally started prioritising myself. For real. Like, properly.
I’m working with a coach and doing some serious work on myself – my past, my fears, my blocks, my self-doubt.
It’s huge, humbling, confronting stuff and we’re only just getting started, but already I’m feeling more centred, calm, joyful and grateful than I ever have in my entire life.
I’m setting boundaries and keeping them in place. I’m figuring out what lights me up and delights me. What I want to say no to. How I want to spend my time. Who I want to spend my time with. Tapping into and trusting my intuition.
Sorry, it’s all getting a bit D&M up in here, huh? But there really is something to be said for getting older and wiser – but more so for being brave enough to face yourself honestly and to do the hard work.
It’s a path I’m really enjoying treading, even if it can be a little startling at times.
But back to the birthday that is!
This year there have been no big parties or grand celebrations. Just quiet catchups with family and friends. And, most exciting of all, an actual holiday (ie: no working, no checking emails) with my amazing husband. Bring on Noosa… and some sunshine and warmth, please if you could arrange that!
So, 34 – what are we going to get up to this year?
I don’t know the answer, but I’m totally content with that.