‘How do you know if you’ll like it if you don’t try?’
How many times did your parents say that when you grimaced at something different on your dinner plate?
To be fair, this is a question to ask yourself throughout life. How can you say you will or won’t like something if you don’t at least try?
I mean, as long as it’s not breaking any moral or legal boundaries, what’s to stop you doing things you think you can’t, or won’t be able to, or might as well not bother with?
Because how do you know if you can or will be able to or if it was worth it, until you’ve tried?
In two months I shall be turning 45.
I never expected to find myself single at 45.
Last year was one of tough decisions and deep grief.
That book is closed, locked and thrown into the deepest, darkest sea.
A new life awaits.
It’s going to be whatever I want it to be.
Filled with opportunities.
And chances to do things.
Maybe even things I said I would never do.
Like get a tattoo at the age of 44.
It’s a phoenix.
A small, simple phoenix tattoo that sits on my wrist.
Its size is discreet but it’s message is anything but.
And it reminds me of it several times a day, every day.
It reminds me that no matter what I have ever been through or what I will ever go through, I will always, always continue to keep rising up over and over and over again.
I am stronger than I think I am.
I am tough enough to fight.
I am soft enough to cry.
I am smart enough to learn.
I am determined enough to keep going.
Life can try to knock me down.
But I will always rise and fly again.
And I will do it on my own terms.