Thirty, flirty, and thriving

Written with a glass of vino in hand and Netflix on the TV. While looking for something to watch to pass the time until Michael gets off shift and I go into work tomorrow, I find 13 Going on 30.

In less than 2 months, I'll be entering the last years of my 20s. When I pictured this time in my head about 10 years ago, it looked completely different. Now mind you, I have lived and learned more than most people that I know. I almost completed nursing school until the diagnosis of diabetes, I have had more unique family drama which has taught me a lot, I have had a variety of relationships which has taught me how to be appreciative for the current one that I am in.

However, I did not realize that I would be where I am less than two months of my 29th birthday. So where should I be? This is the question that I have been asking myself for the last couple of months. Should I be a career head honcho? Should I be a mom with children? Should I be content? Only time will tell. However, I feel like as I continue on into my 30s things will make more sense. It has been a tough 2017. I pray that my 29th year brings me something a little closer to clarity.

Goodnight and Happy Hump Day!

..xobb

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