A Weekend in Venice

Memories from a few, very wonderful, days in Venice, Italy, celebrating the opportunity to turn another year older.

Birthdays often hit a bit emotionally and it think it’s the case for a lot of us (my sister can testify to a minor meltdown I had from out of nowhere in the middle of the street last week for example). It’s not even because there’s a specific change in numbers, but maybe more because it feels like a milestone in time. It reminds you of the days you’ve lived and the ones you have ahead of you. And maybe also since we rarely identify with our new number – I think I’m still stuck on 26 in my head. And after talking with friends & family, I think this is something that will last forever. I’m sure we’ll most likely feel like imposters within our new age box forever… pretending to have our shit together to keep up appearances and “act our age”.

I’ve been writing down little notes in my phone all week and I’m sharing this as I think it’s always good with a little “normal life reminder” post as everything can look so dreamy and rosey all over social media all the time, which can lead us to feel odd or as if we’re not normal when going through these emotions.

If it was not for society and all the “shoulds” that are put upon us in relation to age - especially as women - I think the whole turning-another-year-older-thing would feel a little bit less emotionally stressful for many. But if you try to remember that we only have this life, and that wasting it on feeling like you’re not good enough, that you haven’t come far enough or feeling bad because someone else seems to have their shit together more than you do, is just wasting the previous time you have here.