I am 29 today. I am relieved that this decade is over; too much to learn. Of course, I still have much more to learn about life, I am just not nearly as naive and self destructive as the day I turned 20.
I am often told that I look young, which is a compliment. People tend to age well in my father's family and I take after them. Blacks are often admired for staying youthful; I love that expression "black don't crack."
I wish that people would realize that young people are capable of having wisdom. I have survived physical, emotional and sexual abuse. I have fought mental illness and now I am thriving. These trials have made my soul weary and I feel like I am 80, rather than 29. I was an uncommonly sensitive and perceptive child; my teachers were concerned about how mature I sounded when I spoke.
I am sipping Moet in the afternoon like a naughty girl
and feeling blessed that my husband is very romantic and thoughtful. He bought me lovely pink roses and a card that detailed what he finds beautiful about me. Mr.G wrote a message talking about having a young sexy wife. (He is 37) We are going to have dinner at my favorite steak restaurant.
How has your spouse celebrated your birthday? I would love to read joyful stories.