Wow. I turn 31 today, and that doesn’t scare me nearly as much as I thought it would. Life is good.
I should start by saying that I do not feel 31 in the slightest. My thirties always seemed to be such a far away thought. I don’t feel old enough to be in my thirties, let alone old enough to have a mortgage payment and two children. Don’t get me started on the fact that David and I have been together for nearly nine years and will celebrate four years of marriage this summer. Where is the time going?
This past year has seen some life happen. Last year on this day, David and I were celebrating my 30th birthday in the Bahamas. This year, we have been homeowners for almost a year, have two babies, and I’m in the midst of launching a business.
I aspire to be as honest as possible on this blog. We are truly blessed to be in this place in our life, but this year has been anything but easy.
My pregnancy with Reese hit me hard, emotionally. Last summer was nearly a wash for me. I was struggling with depression, unhappy at work, and was allowing those feelings to swallow me. I was frustrated with myself.
As I look back on those hard days, I try to be grateful for them. I know that the good days are better because of the bad ones.
As I head into this new year, last summer is constantly in the back of my head. I don’t want to feel like that ever again. So I choose to be happy. I choose to be grateful. I choose to make decisions that I know may be difficult, but will be worth it.
It’s true when they say that you feel more grounded in your thirties. Sure, it’s only been a year, but despite the hardships, I feel more confident than ever. I’m excited about this life that David and I have built for ourselves.
So cheers to 31 and to another year of life! I’m so ready to see what this year has in store for me.