28 Years Lived and, Hopefully, Many More To Go
Cloudy day birthday reflections
I knew turning 28 would hit differently, since it’s the same age my friend Kyle was when he passed away by suicide.
It feels like a privilege to still be here, and I owe it to him to live the next year — and every year after — to the absolute fullest. I want to see, explore, and learn everything he never had a chance to.
Kyle wished he could take away my anxiety for me and didn’t like how overcome I’d get by it. So, this year, I also want to work toward being less anxious.
28 feels like the time where more radical self-acceptance will be required to move past lingering fear, pain, and grief; the year of cozying up instead of going out; joyfully listening to the music of my favorite artists with my eyes closed; drinking cacao; practicing restorative yoga; taking a bath.
Nourishment is the word that comes to mind.
And the question, what do I need to feel nourished?
24 and 25 were about deep healing.
26 and 27 were about growing and rebuilding.
And 28 feels like it’s supposed to be about thriving.
