The Dances Of Life I Have Learned To Accept In 38 Years

Not Too Young. Not That Old. And Nowhere To Go.

This is the first year I have thought about my age. I started to think about how I left for the Marines twenty years ago. It’s weird to say I could have retried today. Rather than get all worked up about it, 2021–2022 was a year I reconnected with parts of me that I lost many moons ago. I hiked. I danced. I wrote. I fasted. I went back to places that reminded me of being a kid.

So, turning thirty-eight feels a bit nostalgic.

I am painting a blank canvas with different colors and landscapes that I never planned for while trying to make sense of it all. Not to mention parenting a six-year-old girl in today’s world. Or maybe I don’t need it to all make sense of what is happening and let life unfold while trusting the experiences that have brought me here.

Either way, here are some lessons I’ve picked up along my short years that remind me I am on the right path.

Nas was right, life is what you make it

We’ve all been told to focus on the journey. But what if we’ve been focusing on the wrong journey, carved by the wrong people?