No, not the show. Never actually watched that...
Anyway, I turned 24 today. It seems to me such an incredibly "mature" sounding age, but I am not complaining. That God saw fit to give me another year of life is a gift. I hope for many more.
Age 23 was...rough. So much up and down, so much hurting, and finally, so much healing. There are still some cringe-worthy moments. Tonight, while sitting in my last group meeting with my lovely ladies, I saw my ex through the window, walking across the street with his new girlfriend. Ouch. But then, not long after, my friends lit some candles on a cake and sang to me. They told me they love me, and I cried. Not because I was sad...the image from twenty minutes prior had faded completely and I was happy again.
I have EVERYTHING I need. A family that loves me, friends that love me, and the belief that my future is beautiful, if I have faith and respect and protect myself. When I think about 23, I remember a girl who was lost, and sad. I now am found, and I don't know that girl anymore. The past is in the past, and every experience pointed me here. I am right where I should be. Do I get lonely? Yes. But I know where to turn and how to get through the nights. And I am content and at peace because I have put it all behind me. I have let it go.
What a beautiful life. I am grateful for every single minute. And cannot wait to see what is next.
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