Crazy, right? At the time, I thought I was handling the transition into motherhood fluidly and gracefully. Looking back, I see myself for what I was: a hot mess.
It passed, though. 28 was a year of settling in, of reconciling my old self with my new reality. It was a year of getting by, day by day. A year of disappointments, failed tests, and a fair amount of confusion. It was also a year of unparalleled joy. I watched my baby become a toddler, a walking talking little person who makes me laugh every day. I ran long and far, and my body is stronger now than it has ever been before. I gave up on some ridiculous goals, set new goals that made sense, and achieved them. I laughed more than I cried, and really, can we ask for more than that?
Yes. I can ask for more than that, and I will. 28 taught me some hard lessons, but 29 will be the year I take what I have learned in almost three decades of life and put that knowledge to work for me. I feel a sense of clarity in certain key areas - namely my career, finances, and personal interests - and I am ready to step out of my comfort zone this year. I may not be exactly where I want to be in life, but I know what I need to do in order to get the life I want. It is not going to land in my lap. I will need to work hard, and I am ready to do so.
This year, I will make money doing something I love. This year, I will do the things that scare me. This year, I will tackle new distances, on and off the road. This year, my formal education will be complete. This year, I will put myself first. This year, I will bring myself closer to the life I dream of living.
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