The past 12 months have been brutal, filled with struggles and personal losses but also decisions that irrevocably changed my life. Today I celebrate my 58th trip around the sun and out of curiosity, I look back on the calendar to see what my mom was up to at the same age. Mom turned 58 in 1992, I was still living with my parents at the time and enjoying my work as a development worker. The office was walking distance from home, so there was absolutely no need to commute and it was incredibly convenient. Thinking back to the many heart-to-hear conversations we had during that year, I clearly remember her telling me that one of her dreams was to live in a little house on a hill, away from the noise of city life and surrounded by nothing but nature and silence. Mommy never got her wish, but I have the honour and privilege to be living it for her.
At 58, I no longer whisper, but roar with a voice that was carved by storms endured, tempered in years of of rising, falling, and rising again, brighter than before.
My age is my armour that enables me to shine unapologetically on my terms.
Every scar has become a stanza, every fringe a line of a song that only the privileged few hear.
I have long stopped chasing youth, because mine was filled to the brim with precious memories that I would not change. Instead, I honour time. Each hour live, each minute in which I breathed in the elixir of life, was a bold decision that has led me to this place, this moment in time.
Let Chapter 59 begin!
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