32 isn’t typically considered a milestone age. I’ve witnessed my contemporaries slide in and out of 32 annually. Many of them newlywed, new moms, or just simply navigating the complexities of being a millennial adult. Having said that, I have anxiously awaited stepping over the threshold of living within my 32nd year. My sister did not get to live beyond 32 on this side, and my experience of survivor’s guilt has been immense.
When I am honest with myself, I am aware that I am grappling with the concept of outliving my sister. My existential curiosity has continued to grow especially after my father joined my sister on the other side. Questions that linger in my mind surround the purpose of this reality we embody.
I have been blessed with a keenly sensitive spirit and for that reason I aim to live with greater intention. I have learned to respect the wisdom of my emotions by disrespecting their guidance. With that said, I dedicate my 32nd living year to my dad, Scott Cameron and sister, Heather Elizabeth. I am choosing to practice sobriety and minimalism. I hope to simplify societal distractions and feel the truth of my authentic spirit more deeply.
