We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.
The clock is rapidly ticking and in under two weeks, I will turn the big 3-0. A few people told me that they didn’t look forward to it at all, while others (a very select few) have totally embraced it with such positivity.
I am starting to think that most things just get better with time – wine, antiques and ones own depiction of their self-worth.
I have spent many years of my life contemplating what I believe in and struggling with what I feel to be everyday insecurities whereby I would look to others for guidance. As I age, the more and more this dissipates.
I have accepted that it takes time to have comfort in your own thoughts and the decisions you make.
I look forward to getting wiser, making more inevitable mistakes and aging somewhat gracefully.
To me, the most beautiful antiques are weathered because after all – they have really lived.