Do you ever wake up on your birthday morning and forget your age? So this is 47, I wasn´t going to post my age on my birthday, but if you don´t get to celebrate out loud, then who will for you? This year I had to count backwards on fingers three times to calculate my age. Because 47 just sounded so weird! Not necessarily “old”. Just WEIRD! Maybe it’s because when I was a kid, I always had an image of what “47” looked and felt like, and this is NOT the image. When I finally figured out how old I am, I wasn’t upset or embarrassed. I didn’t feel sad that I’m no longer “mid-thirties”… even though my lovely kids said I still look like I am 31. I was just super grateful. Not just thankful for my health that I’ve learned to treat with love and respect, but for all of the people I’ve met, the privilege I have, the risks I’ve taken, the mentors I’ve learned from and most importantly- the failures/mistakes/challenging times that I have had to find the courage to keep going. Because they all were initiations that connected me here to this 47-year-old (or not so old!) woman you see today. Many people don’t share their age at this point, but I’m proud of it, and you couldn’t pay me to go back to my twenties. Ever. If you're reading this, I’m also most grateful for YOU. Thank you for being on this journey with me and taking the time to comment, share and love my expression. Thank you for being in my life in whatever capacity you’re in it. You mean so much to me I’m committed to continuing to show up BIG for you so we can all make our innermost potential selves proud. Here’s to an even more magical year ahead We are just getting started! All my love Amrita xx P.s Now it´s your turn, Sacred Sistar. Share your wins with me in the comments!!!