The last year of “my 20s” (whatever that’s supposed to mean). So far it feels like a kinda surreal.
When I think about being 29 I can’t help but reflect on the years since I graduated and moved to Chicago.
The years almost seem like a dream. I am definitely not the same woman I was when I moved into that tiny studio apartment. I am healthier. More beautiful. More disciplined. More service-oriented. More intentional.
I say this not to be cocky, but to show we all have the ability to grow and evolve in awesome ways. Our birthdays just happen to be a great time to celebrate our progress.
With this in mind, I can’t wait to see what this next year has in store… and what I’ll be like 10 years from now.
This decade has shown me the transformational power of the phrase “you are what you read [and do].”
Which means aging is not something to be feared, it is something to be used to the best of our ability.