Hi guys and gals :)
On Saturday I turned fourteen. That is 5 113.3 days, or 7 363 282.73 minutes, or 441 796 964 seconds. Wow.
People have been asking me "how does it feel? Is it weird?" and the truth is I pretty much feel the same... I'm still trying to get used to saying "I'm 14". It feels so mature!
My thirteenth year just flew by. I feel like it was only yesterday that I was at my favorite cupcake shop celebrating with my friends. It's like I haven't had enough time being 13! I guess it's a good sign I feel that way. It proves it's a good life.
And I'm totally looking forward to the 363 days of being fourteen ahead of me. I'm not sure what turning 14 means exactly but I promised myself one thing: I will fill my (free) time only with what makes me happy: yoga, books, friends, my family, running, dancing, guitar, baking, cooking, writing... There is so much to do all the time!
I am definitely not one of those people who doesn't know what to do with themselves and ends up being bored easily. This might sound narcissistic, but I think it's one of my best qualities.
Now enough about me. I'd like to make a BIG, FAT shout out to my dear, lovely mother. She is the one who went through all the suffering in that hospital fourteen years ago. She is the one who has always been my biggest supporter, helper, friend, and inspiration. She should be the one getting all the presents right now!
Mom, I feel so lucky to have YOU everyday by my side. I hope you know how much I admire you and to which point I think you are wonderful. Smart, strong, lively, beautiful, cheerful, groovy... the list goes on! I could not wish for a better mother. I love you!
This is us!