Yesterday was the first day of my birthday month. My best friend and I have a tradition, we text each other “rabbit, rabbit” on the first day of every month for good luck. We’ve been doing it for years, and I have to admit, I always look forward to her message.
This month, however, felt different.
I’m turning 37. A year ago, I had a perfect outline of my life. Everything felt structured, certain, mapped out. And now, I’m rebuilding. I’m getting to know myself again.
What surprised me most is that I thought I would be terrified of this beginning. I assumed this birthday would feel heavy, like proof of everything that changed. But instead, this is the second time in the past few months that my feelings haven’t matched what I expected. I’m not scared. I’m excited.
I feel curious, almost like a child seeing something new for the first time. Open.
Sometimes we get so attached to the idea of how our life is supposed to look that we can’t imagine an alternative path. We mourn the version we thought we wanted, without realizing there might be something more aligned waiting for us.
Today, I’m embracing this second chance. This new beginning. I’m finally starting to see the light.
Finally Here 
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