Published: June 26th 2025, 4:04:09 pm
Yesterday was my birthday.
And I didn’t sleep since 2 a.m. — I woke up feeling like I had already rested.
My mind was full of thoughts. Gratitude. Love.
I tried to fall back asleep, but I couldn’t.
So I just stayed there — in that strange, quiet space between night and morning — feeling everything.
As the day began and guests came to celebrate with me, I was sleepy the entire time.
But somehow, this tiredness felt different than it used to.
I wasn’t drained — I was still.
I wasn’t overwhelmed — I was aware.
This year, I felt more mature.
More conscious, wise, observant.
More sensual. Honest. Open.
More accepting. Grateful. Loving.
And even though the day had its challenges — moments that tried to steal my peace —
I chose to stay centered.
It felt like life was testing my emotional stability.
But I didn’t let those little triggers take away the calmness I had inside.
I simply observed and let them pass.
Later, I looked through old photos of myself — from years ago.
I saw who I used to be, and my heart ached a little.
Not because I judged her, but because I felt for her.
There was sadness.
But also compassion.
And deep, deep gratitude.
Because I know how far I’ve come.
A year ago, around my birthday, I couldn’t wash my hair for six days.
I was depressed and cried a lot.
And for three years in a row, my birthday felt like a painful reminder of something missing.
But this year — turning 24 — it was different.
I didn’t cry.
I didn’t feel broken.
I felt in harmony with myself.
And that is the most precious gift I could ask for