I turned 33 last week. Although I’m not one for celebrating birthdays (the attention makes this little introvert feel extremely uncomfortable) I am one for reflecting at the end/beginning of a birth year.
Some people don’t like getting older. Ever since I turned 29 though, I’ve fallen more and more in love with the process of ageing. In fact, my life seems to get better and better with each year that passes.
Admittedly, I haven’t had to endure any big traumas in my life during this time - an existential crisis, some health issues, a break up and complete change of career, yes. But a big trauma like the death of a loved one or a chronic illness of my own - thankfully, not.
Many people ask me why I feel more joy with every passing year. Why I feel like life becomes more easeful. Why I feel more content and at peace.
It took me a while to figure out why (I thought it might simply be because I was adventuring more) but now I know …