Your first birthday came almost as quickly as you, it seems.
I feel as though all of the uneasiness I had about being thirty-five has washed away and instead, I’m filled with gratitude. Gratitude for the lessons I’ve learned, the gifts I’ve received, and the life I’ve built so far.
The mom I thought I would be wouldn’t love her baby any more or any less. She wouldn’t feel less fulfilled or like a stranger to herself. She wouldn’t be happier. Neither version is a failure.
It doesn’t feel possible that eight years have passed since your very first day and now, here you are: officially a middle schooler.
Time, as we all know it, actually passes at pretty much the exact same pace. While there are some small variations, we generally accept that days have 24 hours, years 12 months, and so on and so on. We can all probably generally accept that time can feel like it’s moving exceptionally slowly or quickly.… Continue reading on perspective and time