38 Things I Know For Sure
after turning 38
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December 12th at 6:45pm CST was my 38th birthday. I didn’t do anything major. I had a simple dinner of Chinese food and chocolate mousse cake with the two people I am closest to: my parents. It was a nice, chill evening. I’ve thought a lot about what 38 might feel like. Turns out, it feels like every other age I’ve been. But I do know more at this big age and I do feel wiser—even if I still feel 15 and afraid of everything.
As an always reflective Cancer rising, here is a list of 38 Things I Know For Sure at the age of 38:
Love is not scarce.
Love never ends.
Contrary to what others say, bangs are always a great choice.
Palestine will be free.
There are people who value you and people who value what they can get from you; learn the difference.
My family (chosen and blood) are the people who mean the most to me in this world; whatever anyone else thinks of me (good or bad) is just neutral.
The bad things that have happened to me still matter, still hurt, but I continue on.
Children are the sweetest beings.
Baby Lachrista would be proud of me.
Healing is a forever thing.
Hope is also a forever thing.
No feeling/sensation lasts forever.
There is nothing wrong with the way I love… it just doesn’t always work for everyone. That is okay.
Twinkle lights will make any space cozy.
Snow is magic.
Books are also magic.
I don’t need to be a published author to be a writer/artist. I will always be a writer/artist.
Decentering yourself in order to please someone else is self-betrayal.
The people in my life who actually know me love me and that’s all I really need.
I am incredibly resilient and I can also break down whenever need be.
I am not for everyone and that might sting, but it would be much worse if I wasn’t for myself.
si viju lu diavulu non schiantu. (if I see the devil, I do not run)
I need to live in the north someday.
I do cool things even if nobody else thinks they’re cool
You can do all the self-help stuff, go to all the “right” people, go on retreats, etc, but if you keep reaching for something outside of yourself, you won’t find what you truly need.
The internet is a great, messy, beautiful place and it won’t get us free.
I cannot convince anyone to take care of themselves (or others) during a global pandemic (or at any time).
It’s okay to grieve what I thought I would have by now.
I love writing and will continue writing even if nobody reads it or thinks it’s “good.”
It’s always healthy for me to cut ties with exes, especially when they took such little care of my big love.
No one will ever love me as deeply as my parents. I will grieve this when they are gone, but at least I’ve experienced such a deep, unconditional love in my lifetime.
Life is too short to partake in trends just for the sake of being “in.” Do you.
I am happiest when I can be my sweet and fierce neurodivergent self.
Fear is, sometimes, love trying to break free.
As much as I want to think I like other clothing styles, I am most comfortable in (and will choose) athlesiure again and again.
I cannot anticipate or prepare for difficult things that might happen to me or anyone else. I can simply live my life and know that I will meet each challenge thrown my way.
I am never really alone.
“All that you touch, you Change. All that you change changes you. The only lasting truth is change. God is Change.” ― Octavia E. Butler
<3 <3 <3 beautiful! happy 38th year, friend.
Love this. Relatable.