So THIS is 31.
When I was younger I thought you automatically had your shit together once you hit 30. And to an extent, you do. Although it’s not always easy, and the road is confusing.
I mean: life is messy.
No matter how well you plan, a curveball is guaranteed to come your way.
Yet even through that chaos, at the end of the day, we never think we have it together.
But we totally do.
My neurologist, yes this is a weird tangent but hang in there…
…he said something to the extent of, “progress is difficult to measure internally sometimes, but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t been made. Trust yourself and the work you’ve put forth.”
When I look at where I am now, compared to where I’ve been, I smile.
Is my life perfect?
But am I surrounded by love, laughs, and top shelf tequila?
The life I thought I would have at 11 isn’t the life I have at 31.
The truth is, my life is so much better than I could have imagined.
I’ve grown so much.
I’ve had breakups and breakthroughs this year.
I’ve cut off anything and anyone not contributing to my growth or happiness (you should do the same, bestie).
And I’ve quite simply, just tried my best to surround myself with good vibes, authenticity and love.
I’m so blessed to have people in my life that I love. Love is truly the best gift.
I hope I don’t ramble too much because I can get on a soapbox .
But life is short.
I think in the last year and a half I almost died like 3x? Jk, prob 2. Like seriously, between covid, reactivated mono, and a rare neurological disorder, it’s a miracle I’m still here. 2021 tried it.
My short time on this earth has shown me that tomorrow isn’t guaranteed, so go out and kick ass.
Tell people you love them.
Thank God for the sunshine you feel.
And follow your dreams no matter how crazy.
The world is yours.