On Being 33 Years Old

In this my 33rd year of life, I think to myself about the highs and lows and all the in-betweens.

I’ve always considered myself as someone with good memory. I am good with names, and faces, storytelling, and tiny details. But, recently, I’ve come to terms with the fact that my memories of my actual life are fuzzy at best.

I may not remember much from early on and I remember details sparingly in some of my more formidable and formative years (read: middle school has been completely erased as it should be), I can tell you the emotions. Those emotions tied to memories are so much clearer and crisper than those moments in time and on this day of my 33rd year of life, I feel peace.

Nostalgic Timeline of Emotion 

I think what they say is true. Your 30’s are your best years.

I am at peace. 

I am whole. 

I am 33. 

Happy birthday to me.