Today marks 31 years I have been on this earth. What a ride it’s been. A lot of people with say “you’re still young,” and I guess I can agree with that partially, but I also think 31 years is nothing to scoff at.

I’m not where I thought I’d be by 31, though I’m not doing too bad. I thought I’d still be at an old job, I thought I’d have kids and a house. Instead I’ve got a rental, a brand new job, and lots of debt! I’m not unhappy though.

I think I’ve learned a lot in 31 years. How to love, how to leave, how to say what I’m feeling (most of the time), how to cut out toxic people. I love my new job, I love my rental, I love my husband. And I have two dogs so that’s like kids kind of… 🙂

I’ve been feeling so stable lately I feel I have nothing to write about. I’m feeling a bit creatively blocked too.

My birthday was awesome. Dinner with my parents, awesome food and presents. I forgot where I was even going. Sorry this blog is all over the place. I guess my point is, I’m 31 now, and maybe that’s not so bad???

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