It is almost one in the morning on a Saturday (weekend yay!). Today I am packing up what amounts to half my life, because in eight days I would turn thirty eight. Almost 70% of that life has been about work and constant worry of what the future will bring.
As I add one more year to my age, I want to feel younger and not older. I want to feel how it is to be underage like getting drunk and doing something I know I am not supposed to do. I want to do the craziest thing ever but this time with less fear and guilt. No repercussions. If it makes any sense, I want to live… live in the moment.
Yes, I am on the brink of 38. But that is just a number.