Another year older but wiser? Not sure about that. I’m less tolerant to bullshit, though. I have no need for drama. I’ve become more comfortable just being me.

It amazes me every time how many things change in just one year. I remember last year how I felt so hollow and sad. I was trying to just get by and distract myself. I kept myself busy so I wouldn’t let my depression take over. Now, I still keep busy but because I love what I’m doing. There’s joy and passion.

As old relationships fade, I’ve created new ones. It is sad when these friendships grow apart, but it may be for the best. I’m surprised by the love and care I’ve received from people I least expected. I’m humbled, and my heart fills with warmth making these new connections. Sometimes it’s strange to me because I’m not used to such attention. I’m learning to embrace it.

I’m blessed to have reached another year. I’m happy to be 38. I’m getting older but I feel vibrant. Cheers🥳