GPOYW (a day late) - That’s me celebrating my sixth birthday with a stupid bow in my crimped hair, but check out my awesome Jellies.
Yesterday I turned twenty-nine. It’s not a special age for celebrating, but it marked a significant change in my life and the start of a new chapter, the one where I start over.
My sixth birthday was similar. That picture wasn’t taken on my actual birthday because on June 22nd, 1988, my family moved from Wisconsin to Michigan. Yeah, I thought my parents were jerks too.
It was the first time we had ever moved, and the concept baffled me. I had spent my first few years of life assuming I’d always live in the same house and have the same friends, but I was being told everything was about to change.
The idea of starting over was terrifying, but it ended up not being as bad as I had expected. I got through it, made new friends quickly, and I remember my years in Michigan very fondly.
I still get a little anxious from time to time about what the future may hold, but I’ve embraced the idea of starting over. This is my time to make changes, and I am making plenty. If I want my life to be better, I can make it better, and I will make it better.
Here’s to finishing my twenties with my best year yet!
