Twenty six point five

I think I’m supposed to hate this part of my life

I do not.

I refuse.

The closer I hurdle towards thirty,

The more I feel like I’m meeting me for the first time

Getting to know my own traits, tendencies… ideals.

I feel like I spent the past twenty something years

declaring apathy for what anybody thought of me

for no reason at all

Now it comes in such a more meaningful and kind manner.

Now my world revolves around people other than myself

Now I can be at peace with me, befriend this familiar stranger

Shaking hands with the face that’s reflected in the mirror for so long

I’m okay with this..

really, I am

Would it be so wrong if I loved it?!