Before I turned 21, I can remember anticipating each birthday with excitement. Then something happens once you turn 22, am I right? The years just seem to pile on like a ton of bricks and you feel weighed down by life — things you didn’t do, couldn’t do or are too afraid to do.
I turned 38 yesterday, and I honestly think this is the first birthday ever that I’ve truly embraced getting older, wholeheartedly!
At 38, I consider every experience an opportunity to learn vs. good or bad.
I finally feel at peace within myself, knowing that I’ve found my own definition of balance, when it comes to eating healthy while still thoroughly enjoying what I’m eating.