I spent the last three months of my twenties dreading turning 30. Really, really dreading it. We're talking tears on more than one occasion.
It wasn't so much that I was entering a new decade as it was that my life was nothing like the way I thought it would be at 30.
I went through more before my 28th birthday than most people go through in a lifetime, more than most people can even fathom. And through it all, I've come out a fighter.
As much as I felt like 30 was the number of tragedy, it's been quite the opposite. It's been unapologetically liberating.
Lately, I've been thinking a lot about where I am in life.
In a lot of ways, I'm not where "society" thinks I should be. I'm not where I thought I'd be. But I'm learning to be okay with that. I'm learning to take it one day at a time and do what's right for me, rather than do what others think is right for me.
I'm healing some broken relationships, while letting go of others.
I'm creating new relationships, both personally and professionally.
I'm learning to be okay with not being okay sometimes.
I thought 30 would mean the end of a lot of things in my life. But that wasn't the case. Instead, it feels like the beginning of what comes next.
And I'm ready for whatever "next" may hold.