Climbing the hill

Here it is. The birthday post.

I watched my birthday movie.

I did my birthday facemask.

I drank my birthday coffee.

I ate my birthday garbage food.

I made my birthday cake.

I had my birthday cry.

And I reminded myself that, though stuff isn't necessarily great, it could be worse. 

I've had setbacks, but I've taken steps towards what and who I want to be. 

I've had problems, but I've survived.

I'm still learning myself, still shaping myself, still accepting myself, still becoming myself. 

And I suppose that'll keep happening. 

I'm twenty-nine.