I’ve been on this beautiful planet for 30 years: 3 decades, 360 months, 10,957 days.
I’ve travelled to 21 different countries, lived in 7 different houses and spent a lot of time exploring. I’ve seen 2 of the 7 wonders of the world, hiked a few mountains and watched many sunsets. I’ve bungee jumped and sky dived, I’ve injured myself but never broken a bone. I have more scars than I can count – physical and emotional.
I’ve had 3 tattoos, 8 piercings, dyed my hair 8 colours and a multitude of different shade and tones. I’ve been bullied and attacked for my sexuality, my sex, my age and even just for going against the grain.
I’ve had 6 pets. I’ve lost all but 1 grandparent and remember them all fondly. I’ve had more jobs than I can count and have spent nearly every single year in education or study.
I’ve dieted and exercised because I’ve hated myself, I’ve eaten food and moved my body because I’ve loved myself. I’ve experienced more emotions than I ever thought possible in the human experience.
There have been times when I didn’t think I’d make it to 30, times when I didn’t want to and times when I’ve felt pure joy at being alive. This life is a crazy ride. I’ve always walked my own path and, whilst at times it’s been rocky, it’s always been uniquely mine.
I am so incredibly grateful for all of it; the ups and downs, the highs and lows, the happy and sad moments; all of it has led me to now. It’s all shaped who I am today. So much has happened in the past 30 years and I cannot wait to experience what comes next.