Embracing changes ...

1st day of April!
Starting the countdown for many things...
One in particular ... My 30th Birthday at the end of this month!
To think about it is to feel another gray hair coming out! (Yes, I have a few of those already!) Some may say it's the stress, but I want to refer to them as a proof of living ... of allowing myself to experience the good with the bad.
I am not sure how to feel about entering a new decade in a matter of weeks ... I mean, changes are about the only permanent things in one's life... Yet, I'm overwhelmed by just the number 30! That's normal though, right?

To think that just maybe I am not where I should be with myself is scary in itself. I mean, looking back to where I came from, I've come a long way, but at the same time I've managed to remain the same person ...

I've been known to be called "Revolucion" ... a revolution ... bringing about a change in everything that I do. Allowing myself to transform into who I am needed to be in each situation I find myself in. Now, I just have to find the inner strength in me to just flow with the fact that maybe turning 30 will be the revolution in myself ... exploring what's out there and finding myself, and not holding back on any changes that may come out in the process.

So -
Come on 30'ies ... Bring it on!

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