In the past year, I have grown so much.
I’ve learned more about myself than I ever expected, both in good ways, and in bad.
Thirty-one has brought me from grasping at straws with my doctors to a new place where I feel confident in my care and treatment.
Thirty-one brought me my first confirmed pregnancy.
Thirty-one also took that pregnancy from me, and taught me what it truly means to lose.
While I am blessed to have so much support and to have had the chance to really explore my feelings over the past year, I am not sad to see it go.
I love that my birthday is in December. It’s right near Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the end of the year…
My birthday is, in so many ways, an ending and a beginning. A chance to start fresh.
I just get a little more of a head start than the rest of you who have to wait until New Year’s. 😉
Thirty-one is done.
Thirty-two is now.
This is my year. I know not to put undue expectations onto life after so much time and grief has passed, but I just have this feeling.
I feel like 2013 is going to be the best year of my life, and I will be thirty-two for most of it.
And so, bring it on, Thirty-Two.
I’m ready. 🙂
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