Hat: Rubi. Singlet: Element. Skirt: Country Road. Shoes: Lipstick.
You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, well you just might find, you get what you need.
- Rollingstones.
I can't help but think of the above Rollingstones lyric as I ponder what it means to have turned 28.
As I entered my 20's, 28 sounded like forever away! By then, I would be married, with a couple of kids, a house, a dog and a steady-well-paid job. I would be settled. Ha!!
I have none of these things. But, would I trade the life I have now for any of it? Most definitely not. The last three years have been the most confusing, chaotic and crucial years of my life. God have I lived and learned. And I can honestly say what 28 means to me now.
It means choosing life, and accepting all of its ups and downs as a beautiful unfolding. It means following my excitement, even if it leads me out into the dark unknown. It means real friendship, and for the first time in my life, real true love.
28 means being blown around by the beach breeze, while sipping coffee with a man who loves to take my photo.
Real. It is all real. 28 means authenticity. It means finally finding the courage to be myself, love myself and trust myself.
28 means no happy ending - just a constant happy beginning.
It means a different kind of settled. While everything around me is kicking off, internally I have found a stillness. A quiet sunny rose garden, just for me.
Something I never asked for, never knew I wanted, but the best birthday gift I have ever received.
Much love XX