This year I turn 35.
I sit here writing this on the eve of one of my sisters turning 40.
Such a milestone that makes me think of my own coming up.
I do not have the kind of life that a younger me thought I’d have by now.
I’m not married, I don’t have any children.
Yet I’m living the kind of life I would never have dared believe I could.
I’m independent, I’m financially secure, and I get to creatively express myself every single day through the Tarot, poetry and anything else I fancy.
I am exactly what child ‘me’ wanted to be:
A librarian and a writer.
I’m doing exactly what child ‘me’ did naturally:
Use my psychic and mediumship abilities to help others.
A few weeks ago I had an emotional chat with another sister.
We talked about how when I was with my first boyfriend I couldn’t think of anything beyond or better then simply living with him.
I wanted that so badly that it felt like the end goal.
That makes me so sad to think that there was a time in my life where I could have not even imagined blossoming into the woman I am now.
Living my life for me and using that special privilege to serve others.
I am so incredibly thankful and joyful that I am here, doing me.
Let’s see what the next 35 years bring…
Much love Txx