can't believe i'm admitting it.
30 was amazing. tours. music. breakups. illness. new friends. So many blessings in disguise.
its funny how all it takes is a step to the left (or right) of your usual perspective, to find change and hope all over again.
So many well wishes. So many reminders of how far i've come.
31 meant so much to me. Mom brought me home on her 31st birthday, 3 days after mine. for a lifetime, i've held this age and who she was and what she did... how she looked and the way she acted, up to the light. I've been studying for so long, learning how to become a woman as wonderful as her.
As a kid, I always thought, like a switch turning on, on my 31st year i'd wake up with 2 small children in a foreign country, pulling pennies and keeping her kids and husbands dreams alive.
I'm not that person.
This year, my mom tearfully reminded me who i am. and all the things that in my short adult life have experienced. things and places she can never imagine or see.
she reminded me of my blessings.
all in all. i ironically could never be as strong as my mom.
So thankful to be her carbon copy.
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