I can no longer claim a recent departure from my twenties. Nope, I now have both feet firmly planted in the thirties. But I am pleased to say that "they" (you know, the great collective of people who give unsolicited, sometimes unwanted sage advice..."they") were right. In my two years of living this thirties life, I have found it to be vastly superior to my twenties.
I have the support of my little nuclear family. I am back in my home state which holds endless support both familial or otherwise. I draw endless motivation from the ever-changing #spartanprincess. I now have a clear direction of where I would like to be in a few years.
Did you ever get that question in a job interview? I always hated that one. There are far too many variables, both known and not, for me to guesstimate let alone pinpoint where I will be in 5 years. But I digress.
My point in this post is that life has thrown some pretty crazy curveballs at me the last 5 years. I'm not even in shouting distance of where I thought I'd be right now. And yet, I'm happy. Life is unfolding faster and more beautifully than words could describe so I'm just going to stand here at this sink cleaning sippy cups and shaker bottles for the "inth" time.
More specific updates to come. But please, feel free to share where you are right now. Does it seem vaguely similar to your expectations?
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