Happy birthday to me!
So the moon just wanted to be a little closer to me on my day. It’s the Super Moon. When I was younger I always thought it was so magical to sleep in the moon light. As if I was absorbing magical powers.
I love where I am at 38. I know what I’m good at. I also know what my flaws are. I accept them as a part of me and try not to let the ones that hurt or harm others too much.
At 38 I am much happier than when I was 28-30. Maybe it’s because my kids are older and less dependent on me. And I don’t think that statement makes me a bad mom. It makes me a realistic mom.
I try to do what I feel is right and good. If I’m wrong I try to apologize. But I try not to be because I really hate doing that.
I really don’t care what opinion anyone else has of me. My worth is not based upon the likes and dislikes of others. Compliments embarrass me. I appreciate them but they still make want to hide.
I’m not hung up on being 2 years from 40. In fact I can’t wait for 40. That’s one of those “she-knows-what-she’s-talking-about” ages. I’m also not hung on what my body looks like. I’m 38, I’ve had 3 kids, I don’t like organized exercise and I really like good food and beer. I don’t want the body of my 19 year old self. I’m healthy and I understand portion control. Well, most of the time.
Hello 38, you look great to me.