Is there where I pictured myself?
I turn 38 soon...
Very soon.
And I try to think of 8 year old.
I wonder what she thought life would be
When she was older, much older.
I remember she wanted to be a teacher
Then a businesswoman
Then a writer.
So fickle already at such a young age.
Some things don't change, I suppose haha
I'm still me.
The little girl in me
Overambitious, bossy, cute, even
Has not died
But she's grown tired
Weary.
Life has stretched her thinnnnn oh so thin
She sits now,
Wondering.
Is this where she wants to be?
At 38.
Probably not.
She had dreams, bigger dreams
Which are all just anxious nightmares in her sleep now
But she still smiles
Looks forward to her favourite noodles and cake
And hope nobody pisses her off.
She looks forward to not switching her laptop on for a day
And maybe finding some time to read...
You know...
The simple things.
Thirty eight.
More wisdom to collect,
More love to give,
More time to spend...
Being me.
Happy birthday, little one.
You've grown one year older.
Take care.
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Manisha Dhalani
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This is beautifully reflective and tender. Happy belated birthday. You're doing just fine.
I turned 35 a week ago and have no idea what I'm doing with my life hahahahaha. Hoping nobody pisses me off is something I wish for on every birthday, lol. Happy Birthday Manisha 🎂✨️❤️
Happy Birthday, Manisha. May you soon discover you have found your second wind.
Relatable-at 8 the go to your room or read a book was a punishment. Now I crave that
I turn 40 this year and I empathize with every word of your poem here. Happy early birthday! Keep chasing your dreams - it's never too late.
I'm 51, and I know time goes fast and you wonder how you ended up the way you did (I wanted to be a scientist). But things go as they go. Thank you for this...and keep dreaming!