Today I celebrated my birthday with a run during golden hour. This time last year I was in a far worse shape; both physically and mentally.
It's quite bizarre to look at myself in the mirror every morning, but no longer recognise the same person staring back at me in old photographs - and for all the right reasons too. Frequent exercise and consequent toning has changed the shape of my face, and getting a grip on the demons that have plagued my mind over the years has changed my life.
This year, on the eve of my Birthday, I had no trouble drifting off to sleep. As someone who has always struggled with getting to sleep before Christmas or Birthdays, I first found this quite peculiar...
Is this it? Have I actually/accidentally become a legitimate adult?!
But then when I started to think about it, I realised it was something far greater. I realised that I no longer have to cling onto the anticipation for the days where I usually experience happiness, because I finally am happy.