THIRTY

I feel like I have been racing towards this age forever. I have always longed for grey and white hair. The wisdom that comes with experience and age. The feeling that someone might actually listen to me and take me seriously because I’m not a “kid” anymore.
 

I’m entering this milestone age with not only a newfound respect but a love for myself. I am more comfortable in my skin as woman, wife, mother, and matriarch than ever before. 

I am enjoying the part of my life where I can research and learn new things out of the genuine desire to better myself and my family, not because I was told to or it is what I am supposed to do. I am thankful for the opportunities to speak into new families lives and sharing my experiences with those that ask. 

These past couple years have been years of healing. I am able to now move into my next chapter of health - spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and physically. I did the work. I’m still doing the work. 

My 29th birthday was complete shit, and that is sugar coating it. Two weeks later to the day I found out I was pregnant with Atlas. His pregnancy gave me the intention to do things differently. Our birth gave me the responsibility of living differently. My daughter growing into a beautiful young lady gives me the push to be a living example of being in right relationship with life. 

I am choosing to enter this decade without the guilt and shame that I have carted around for years. I am choosing to live in the most fulfilling and genuinely joyful way. 

I feel like I am on the brink of something more exciting than I can even imagine.

Thirty, I’ve been waiting for you. Let’s go make something incredible.