– BEGIN POEM –
When you’re almost 33,
You start to really realize,
That much of what you thought mattered,
Does not matter.
When you’re almost 33,
You start to live for yourself,
If you haven’t started already.
(It’s okay, you are still right on time.)
When you’re almost 33,
Everything you’ve experienced,
In your days, weeks, and years of life,
Was divinely designed,
To help you reach the next step.
So even if you’ve been down,
With doubts stacked on doubts,
And even if you don’t know,
Wheat this life thing is about…
Know that you are exactly where you should be.
Keep leading with your heart, and you’ll love 33.
– END POEM –
– BEGIN COMMENTARY –
If you take the number 33 and replace it with whatever your next age is, everything I said will still stand. I wrote this poem because today is my half birthday, and in just 6 months, I will turn 33.
I’ve had this pull lately, and it is yanking me out of the shadow that is my current self. I feel a pull to rise above the limiting beliefs I have of myself, to grab hold of the steering wheel of my life, and turn this baby around.
I have wanted to write so many times, but feel so creatively constipated and honestly, I’m tired of this feeling. So I vowed to write something tonight, even if I didn’t accomplish publishing one of my many drafts meant to highlight beautiful people doing beautiful things in this beautiful world.
Even if all I could muster was a few paragraphs, I had to write something. And when I sat down to write, out came the poem above. I trust it resonates with someone.
I feel it’s important that I share my journey… No, not just a highlight reel of when life is great, but also the vulnerable moments like now, when I feel the farthest thing away from a journalist due to the struggle it is to bring my thoughts into cohesive articles.
Regardless, I refuse to let imposter syndrome, doubt, or whatever it can be called, stop me from picking up the pen again. So I will continue to write and I will continue to lead with my heart, and I will continue to look forward to September 11th, 2025. On that day, I will turn 33 years old. My “Jesus year,” as I like to call it.
Because when you’re almost 33,
You really have to do what you want.
– END COMMENTARY –
-RESUME LIFE –