So I turn 28 today.
Surprisingly, I don’t feel sore, tired, or worn out.
I feel great.
In fact, I still feel 18, mentally and physically (but less idiotic lol).
I don’t feel old or hopeless.
I feel full of hope, wanderlust, excitement, and joy.
I refuse to follow society’s culture: women hating their age, growing old, reaching their “peak” before 30.
No, I haven’t “peaked”, and I won’t for many years. I haven’t hit my “wall” because the wall doesn’t exist.
I’m rebelling against our culture and loving my age.
I want to grow up. I want to grow old with joyful memories, my cherished ones surrounding me.