Deep breaths.

This is what 31 looks like. For me and me alone. Deep breaths…you just said 31.

I must admit, when I was 16 years old, I thought for certain I knew what my life would look like by now. Finish college by 22, marry by 25, 2 babies by 30. That was it. Oh, sweet, naive, teenage me. But, here I am, starting my 31st year on earth and I’m so very far from that imagined life. At 31, no one milestone could define me. I’ve grown so much over the course of 14 years.

I am a woman who dreams and will continue to do so until my last breath. I yearn for more, I yearn for different. I want to see the world beyond the cities I know. I enjoy meeting like-minded, inspiring people that make me want to be better. I finally enjoy cooking and my home life has become a priority. I savor my alone time, that hour a day that is all mine. I am a free-spirit and sometimes, I’m way too loud. I can feel my heart constantly swell as I experience the goodness all around. Every day, I learn something new about myself and I often wonder if that will ever stop. I am 31 now, and I’m exactly where I need to be.

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  • Jessica - This is true and wonderful. Hope you are enjoying your day.

  • Megan Welker - love this so so much. Here’s to 31 being your best year yet! Love you! & happy you used em all 😉

  • em - 2013 is our year. love you!

  • wreckless - I can say .. I totally, TOTALLY know what this is like. For you and not you alone … for me, too. All of it. From someone who is also 31 and in sort of the same place … I feel blessed to know that I’m not alone in this. I have this special quote that entered my life this month: “Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life’s cruelest irony.” — Douglas Coupland … I try to remember this when things aren’t going how I was sure they were gonna go. Even when I think I can’t grow anymore and others are dealt a different hand, I think of the incredible & strong woman I’m becoming .. what a gift.

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