07/02/2026
Thank You all for all the Birthday shoutouts yesterday I had such a wonderful day showered with Loveâşď¸
At 45, this is what I know:
The apples will rot if you donât eat them.
The jasmine blooms for three weeks, and then itâs over.
Your body at twenty-five will never come back, and neither will your body at forty-five.
Everything youâre saving for âlaterâ spoils in the waiting.
That person who makes your pulse quicken when they walk into a room? Temporary.
The way afternoon light falls across your kitchen table in September? Seasonal.
The feeling of being so happy you forget to be afraid? Fleeting.
And somehow, that makes it moreânot less.
We get maybe seventy summers if weâre lucky.
Seventy times to taste peaches at their peak.
Seventy Augusts to swim in water so warm it feels like absolution.
Seventy chances to fall in love with the same person in different waysâor different people in the same way.
Heartbreak teaches you how to hold joy when it finds you again.
Rejection shows you what you actually want.
Loneliness is what makes you recognize home when you finally find it.
None of it is wasted if you let it change you.
The timer is running whether youâre paying attention or not.
The fruit is ripening.
The light is shifting.
Your one wild, temporary life is happening right nowâand the only real tragedy is treating it like a dress rehearsal.
Reach.
Risk.
Let yourself want things out loud.
The worst that happens is you feel everything:
the disappointment, the ecstasy, the full spectrum of being alive in a body that wonât last forever.
Impermanence isnât the problem.
Impermanence is the point.
As I step into this next year, I expect continued transformation, beauty, and all the things that make me human. I take deep pride in my story arcâthe wild chaos, the painful falls and failures, the joy, the success, the redemption.
Cheers to living it fully.
Right now.