I've switched my website to a new provider, so it has a new look! I'm keeping it simple, folks. I do plan to make it more of a travel blog, but it will take time. In the meantime, on with our regularly scheduled programming.
Thirty-two years ago, I entered this world via C-section with my umbilical cord wrapped around my neck. Dramatic, isn't it?
While I'd like to think the rest of my life hasn't been full of drama, I have to acknowledge that some things haven't gone as planned. There have been high highs and low lows, but overall, I am incredibly blessed to have the life I have. If you would have told me 12 years ago (when I turned 20) that I would still be single at 32; that my desire to have kids would change; that I'd be living in Ireland and traveling solo; and that I'd be working for myself, I would have said: heaven forbid!, no way!, cool!, and whoa! ... in that order.
But that is where I am and right now, I'm absolutely loving it.
I'm entering my thirty-third year of life, and I'm excited! Seriously, I'm loving my 30s! If you're in your 20s reading this -- just wait until your 30s... they are fabulous. Okay, well, mine have been fabulous. And I hope yours will be too.
I had a conversation a couple weeks ago with a teenager and someone who had just turned 31. We were both saying that we loved being in our 30s (and I think the 16 year old thought we were just old). But it's true -- my 20s were concerned with what others thought of me and doing what I thought people wanted me to do. My 30s so far have been becoming who I want to be and not really caring what other people think of it. And that is freeing indeed, my friends.
I've learned a lot about myself in the last two years since entering my 30s, including who I want to be -- and who I already am.
And I like it.
I like who I've become. And I'll just leave it at that.