This is a snippet that has been living in my drafts folder since January and I don’t want to throw it away. It does not have a clear beginning and conclusion. But I think that the snippet has enough worth to stand on its own:
Terry Pratchett once wrote that it is the dream that we can go back and tell our younger selves what we know now and then act with the knowledge and wisdom that we have acquired. Being, Terry Pratchett, he of course takes it a step further and reminds us that who we are then bares very little resemblance to who we are when we are older, because you then are in fact a tit, who needs all of the stuff ahead of you to happen to you in order to become who you are in the present.
One of my friends relayed a parenting theory to me that in the three weeks before and after a child’s birthday they are more emotionally charged than usual. And, when we discussed it made sense to me, and it reminded me that as much as I don’t make a huge fuss about birthdays (although that is changing, and I am seeing them as a reason to celebrate existence simply because we exist) I do tend to go through a little bit of a stock-taking exercise each year around them. (I definitely did stock taking before entering in my thirties, and I am pleased to say that I find my thirties to be the most enjoyable decade yet, the one where I am happier with who I am, and more confident in being my true self, rather than the self that I think the world would like more, and discovering that the world likes me plenty enough as I am, and those who don’t, don’t. And it is okay that not everyone likes me. )
Love and incomplete posts,