365 days went by. 3..2..1.. the clock struck 12:00am and I wake up 28.
Where did the years go? Did I live in them or did they live me? How did my legs get so long and my confidence so strong?
As I lay in a bed not my own, that of a Airbnb owner, glaring out of a striped window, I begin to ponder on the life I’ve lived. Many of the memories I didn’t think of simply because so much has transpired.
I was feeling sexy as I threw off the layers of covers and let my feet hit the ground.
The day was ahead of me, 27 years behind me.
I believe in healing. I believe in miraculous acts. I believe in divine connections. I believe in course correction. I believe in love although I’ve been fighting it these days.
I’ve been thinking about how much I’ve been shielded from, many times without me even knowing at that time.
I’ve considered all of the wonderful blessings that have been given to me over the years. Few I’ve strained for.
Being a twin, birthdays are much like holidays. They’re celebrated more. Maybe it’s the awe of two humans coming from one woman in a matter of minutes.
What I know for sure, God protected 28. I’ve settled. I’ve went against my intuition to keep what I thought I needed. I’ve made silly and serious mistakes. There’s been times I haven’t been honest with myself. I’ve pushed people away when I didn’t get my way. Even in all that, God protected 28.