28 Primaveras invernales

I started my 28th birthday crying to my favourite artist (Alejandro Sanz) in the car I bought a bit under a year ago, before my second wedding with the same man. I had just left the gym after going for my fifth consecutive day since I had been back from my holidays vacation, #newyearresolutions or should I say Rezolution? Pun intended to mention the company I’ve been working at for the past three years and I still can’t believe it.

It’d be nice to say I’m grateful to be where I am right now, but grateful became such a millennial word that my almost-innate-pseudo-hipster personality wants to ignore it from its vocabulary. Along with blessed (#?).

I guess some things don’t change with time. Like feeling all peeps are posers, or believing Alejandro Sanz is the best hispanic artist alive. Maybe I just keep that mentality out of nostalgia… sorry, saudade (becoming proficient in Portuguese #2019resolution)

Truth is, that from the day I became legal in paper (#10yearchallenge) to now, I have accomplished everything I’ve wanted or at least most of it. I moved from my hometown (twice) obtained a degree and I am actually making a living from it, found the love of my life, my family is healthy. My life is good, and yes, I am grateful for that.

And it’s only getting better.

Either way, it’s fun to be 28 and feel you have your life figured out, or at least pretend to have it figured out for the world, and for yourself.

This has been true since 2015, doesn't seem to change either.