It’s pretty fun telling everyone I just turned 18 whenever they ask me how old I am.
Then again, perhaps it’s that age insecurity thing that so many of us women fall into when we hit the late 20s. We put all sorts of restrictions on ourselves, and then we start using them as convenient excuses.
“I’m too old to dance, too old to dream and I gotta be realistic.”
“I used to be that energetic and friendly.” (points lazily at the 19yr old gal who is busy talking to everyone else in the room)
“I’ll be left on a shelf if I don’t find a boy soon, and yeah, my eggs are dying.” (This is one of the most hilarious ones I’ve heard from my guy pals)
Anyway, I’m getting tired of convincing myself that I’m getting too old to dance, and I’m incomplete ‘cuz I ain’t got someone special who I’m getting married to before i hit 30, and that I’m quite incompetent for not having it all figured out in my career direction.
My wish for this year?
To learn to breathe slowly and deeply each time I open my eyes to a new day. To be focused and be excellent with what I have in my hands right now. To love God without stating my terms and conditions, and let Him love me to bits.
I wonder what God was thinking about when He first breathed life into me?
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My friends made February an incredibly sweet month for me. Really sweet surprises on my birthday from my dance friends, and lovely presents all the way from Singapore. Oh… I hesitated to open each big parcel I got through the post, ‘cuz I wanted to savor the moment I held it in my hands, and know that I meant something to the person who bothered to spent all that money and effort to love me in this way.