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.