Another birthday, another cake, another candle at the top. Yep, I have a birthday this Friday. Khm… Thirty-something…
I used to hate my birthdays when I was younger because it always reminded me how my real life is different than it was in my dreams.
I am okay with it for a few years now, of course, but I don’t make a big fuss about it. It is just a number and doesn’t mean much anymore. Just because something doesn’t happen by your twenties, doesn’t mean it never will. Just because something doesn’t happen by your thirties, doesn’t mean it never will. And this is true for your forties, fifties etc. No point to be sad on your special day. You don’t know what is going to happen the next day, week, months or years and change your life upside down.
So many things happened to me which I would never expect. Moving to a different country and build my life from scratch? Ah… never! And here I am – in London. (link) We all have our speed of doing something in our life and nobody should be shamed because they are in different stages in life than would be “ideal”. What is ideal anyway?
I love where I am. Full of plans and dreams on which I am working every day and see those baby steps which will lead me to my final plans sooner or later. I try to enjoy my journey and learn from it every day.
Everyone has their own time to shine.