Another Birthday

Another year. Another birthday. Another “this isn’t where I thought I’d be”, but this time it’s actually better. Another “this will be my year”. Another pinterest inspiration board. Another reminder of all the things I didn’t accomplish last year. Another reminder of all the things I finally did. Another day to remind me how much I’ve changed. Another day to show me the potential of change in this next year. Another mental breakdown. Another friend group. Another apartment. Another state. Another job. Another plane. Another life. Another girl. Another set of goals. Another time of reflection. Another twenty-something year old. Another “this year I really need to get my shit figured out”. Another “you’re still so young. You have so much time”. Another “Are you dating?”. Another opportunity to make more money. Another year to think about a side hustle. Another year of figuring out investing. Another year filled with so many books to read. Another year to watch the seasons come and go. Another year to book my doctor appointments. Another passing of people in and out. Another broken heart. Another full heart. Another time zone. Another year to love. Another year to grow. Another birthday dinner, yet this one was different. Another martini or two. Another wave of reflection. Another full moon. Another tickle in my throat. Another tear, equally happy and sad. Another smile, carved with time. Another wrinkle. Another chance. Another year to fall even more in love with the life I’m making. Just another love story. My love story. 

A new perspective. A new era. A new life. A new outlook. A new year. A new chance. A new girl. 

In the end, it’s just another day.