Wow… 40. I can hardly believe it.
When I think back to the younger version of me, that shy yet talkative girl who felt everything so deeply. I just want to reach back and give her a hug. She didn’t know it then, but all those tears, all that sensitivity, would one day become her greatest strength.
I used to let everything get to me. I wasn’t strong back then, not in the way I am now. I was easily hurt, easily made to cry, and I carried so much inside. But every experience… being bullied, the umpteen operations, the chronic illnesses shaped me. They taught me compassion, courage, and the power of hope. They helped me find my voice, and they built a strength I never knew I had.
Now, standing here at 40, I can finally say: I’m proud of me. Proud of what I’ve faced. Proud of what I’ve achieved. Proud of the woman I’ve become.
I can’t be more proud of myself. I’ve turned pain into purpose, challenges into growth, and fear into faith. I’ve stayed kind. I’ve stayed loving. I’ve kept trying to make others happy, but I’ve also learned that I deserve happiness too.
So here’s my promise to myself for this new chapter: Don’t stop believing in your dreams. Keep creating, keep shining, keep finding joy in the little things. Make yourself happy, as well as everyone else just like you always do.
You’ve come so far, and there’s still so much magic ahead.
Happy 40th Holzie. You truly deserve to celebrate you.
With all my love, Me x
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