The 13th...

Merry, happy Friday the 13th!

It has dawned on me that my birthday is creeping up on me. I shudder to think that I am going to be a whole year older. I am getting closer to 30 and will be slamming right into it sooner rather than later. I much prefer later over sooner - anytime.

Now this where most women start hearing their biological ticking 24/7. Tick tock when you fall asleep, tick tock when you wake up, showering, brushing teeth, drinking. It becomes louder and louder the closer you get to your birthday.

All of sudden, you feel inadequate because there isn't a ring on your finger and stretch marks on your belly to prove that you had indeed experienced child birth. The constant comparisons begin, and you are off to the races! You count how many in your group are married, in a relationship, have a career and the despair sets in. gasp! Little ol' you - single, still working towards your BA, bad credit - pitiful.

Panic then tags out despair. Oh no, are you going to be that woman at weddings drinking away her misery? You start finding cats cute and may even adopt one. Again, gasp! You are one step away from being the old maid of the family.

TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TICK TIC TI T...

I am starting a revolution. I am going to drown out that incessant tick tocking with fun, writing, friends, volunteering and laughter. That's right, I am going to laugh at all the "when are you getting married?" I shall respond to all with "Ask the Universe". I am living life on my borrowed time.

So punch despair and panic in their face and embrace life as it is. If there is one hard lesson that I have finally learned is - it's about timing. You cannot fight time or the Universe. From my own over analytical conclusion, we weren't destined for forever, but instead for time being - that time has passed. It's hard to understand when you are standing or curled up in the thick of it. You throw your fist angrily into the air damning Fate and all the mystic stuff.

Now with the last few waves of the storm pushing past you - you're left with the hard truth. You both were on different paths and different moments of your lives. Okay, it was more that I had become the monkey on his back, allowing him to carry my weight. I had hung up my towel, content to just live through him.

So arm yourself with Truth and Belief and stomp out that clock. Breathe easy. Just breathe.

Namaste.