November 17th 1989, Ireland: One misty Friday morning I was pulled from the cabbage patch by my two strong parents Fran and Dave. A rather large head of cabbage- I was to be named, Caoimhe. *Note: I was in fact born in a hospital. The cabbage patch reference was purely to evoke a sense of a mystical birth and to emphasise the chubbiness of said child, Caoimh- the cabbage patch kid.
It doesn’t need to be your birthday to have balloon fun
In the weeks leading up to my birthday I always tend to look back and analyse the year that has passed. What’s happened? What have I learned? Has there been big turning points? Have I gotten taller? (Sadly, no growth spurts this year). I did however, grow on a more personal level. Gradually getting to know myself more and more each day… ‘Oh hello again Caoimhe! Really? I was unaware that you had a niggling annoyance for people who are constantly late. Good to know! Let’s look at this a little deeper’.
I have to thank my travels for continually helping me in the development of myself. Travelling throws all sorts of opportunities, situations, people, emotions and experiences in your face- and you learn little by little what you’re made of by how you feel, react and behave in accordance to what is happening around you. Which is only possibly by trying to be more aware. Aware of yourself and what you’re feeling. Instead of instantly reacting, just sit with the emotions and see where they are coming from and why? I’m a bit like David Attenborough, narrating my findings of myself.. well, to myself.
The secrets behind eternal youth
Anyway, this year I have turned 28. What a splendid age indeed. Do I look 28? I don’t think so. Do I want to be 28? Absolutely! Do I behave like a 28 year old? Probably not. Which leads me to my next point- although my age is increasing year by year, I genuinely feel like I’m getting younger sometimes. I don’t mean younger looking or behaving younger necessarily- but something inside me feels more youthful if that makes sense. Basically I don’t sweat the same shit I used to and when life is a little less drama free you realise there is so much more time to play. I LOVE TO PLAY!
Every year I’m getting older I refuse to look at my day of birth solely as a day of ‘ageing’ or ‘major partying’ or obtaining ‘new shiny things’….. now don’t get my wrong I loooooooooove a good partaaay like any big kid. Each birthday is a milestone- a WHOLE year has past. Did things go as planned? Did I achieve what I set out to do? Yes? No? Why not? Did I learn anything in particular about myself that I didn’t know before? Is there anything I would change? I like asking myself these types of questions because it makes me stop, look back and reflect on the year that has passed. If something didn’t work out- question it. Little life lessons come to me every year. I always do my best to try and learn and grow from them. Sometimes however, these lessons are slippery little buggers that go incognito/under the radar/no hablo ingles señor! I think I may have solved something, come to some sort of conclusion, figured ‘it’ out.. when in fact I’ve just brushed it under the metaphorical rug, turned a blind eye or in some cases I just haven’t been ready to learn this lesson yet. So what happens to the lesson… it repeats itself- again and again in all shapes and forms, until I learn. That’s life I suppose.
This has all gotten very serious all of sudden. My apologies. I’m still funny.. I swear! Is this what happens when you turn 28?!! You start talking grown-up stuffs. I think I just found a grey hair!! Ahhhhh! Do I need to start a pension?! Ahhh! My free public transport card just arrived!!! Ahhhh! I’ve just pissed myself. Ahhhhhh!
Still got it! ; )
Accepting responsibility has been a big one for me this year. I don’t mean accepting responsibility for my behaviour or actions- thats a given, all big kids should be doing that. I mean accepting responsibility for the world around me that I am creating. Every time I let myself think that external forces are dictating my life- I lose my power. I’m beginning to learn that my outer world is just a reflection of my inner world and anything that is going on in my life, be it ‘good’ or ‘bad’ is my responsibility. The more I take ownership- the more peaceful things become.
To finish on a sweet note.. one of the joys of being 28 means that you can have a birthday cake made from Baileys!
I’m not 28… I’m 18.. with 10 years experience : )