Today's my birthday. I'm 39. No, I don't feel any older than I did yesterday, or the day before that, or the day before that. But I suppose it's time for some obligatory self-reflection.
It's been a big, boisterous, tumultuous year. Lots of ups and down, though that means lots of opportunities to learn and grow and expand. And expand, I have.
This was the year to find my voice again. Even though it's been sometimes shaky and screechy and almost always loud, it's mine, and I'm trying my best to raise it in song or poem or protest or praise, as necessary and as needed. Some of you hear me, and some of you don't. But I will continue to use this supremely fluid contralto to express myself, no matter what anyone else thinks. Maybe because of what someone else thinks.
So I'm going forward, looking forward, headed ever closer toward 40, and I'm okay with that. There's a hell of a lot less of me (physically) than there was a year ago, and there will be less of me in another year. With each passing day, I grow stronger and bolder and a little more me, like it or not.
I have a lot to offer and a lot to give, and I hope you'll stay with me as I continue down ths path, along this journey from Point A to Point Me. I'm sure the upcoming year will lead me through twists and turns, with an occasional bump in my road. But this life is all about that journey, not that destination, so I'm excited to see what's in store for me. I'll do my best to share it with you, wherever you are, and I hope you'll share a little of yourself, too, because even I get tired of my own voice. But as I've learned this last year, it's mine--no matter what--and sometimes it's worth a listen.
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