Of Birthdays And Being Me

I"ll be celebrating my birthday in a couple of weeks. Am I really that old? However, I am happy with what I have done and accomplished. I rarely compliment myself so my first statement alone is a good start.

Birthdays tend to make me reflective and sentimental. Although the idea of getting old scares me, I know that there's been so many enlightening moments in the process of maturity. It's a relief to mature (setting aside fine lines and wrinkles) and to know what I really want in life. I no longer second guess myself and my decisions. I no longer depend on my family and friends for decisions. I no longer crave for the approval of other people because I know that the only person that needs my approval is "me."

Most importantly, I now know that the only person that knows me truly to the core is "me."