I’m fatter than I’d like to be.
And I feel like I’m aging at an alarming rate. Whose face is that?
I always feel like a total poser. Wtf am I even supposed to be doing? You know?? I know you know.
Yet I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Because I see things more clearly now. I get what matters. That I’m alive. This amazing love. My family. The success I’ve achieved when it felt impossible. The little bursts of joy in every day things. The hope for the future, while still enjoying today to its fullest.
This is what matters.