Life is complicated. Messy. Sometimes a straight-up pain in the tuchus. When you think you’ve got it under control, it gets you again.
I turned 30 this year. That was weird. College seems like a moment ago. It also feels like a different lifetime.
A character in one of my binge-watching benders gave me this wisdom: your 20s are for learning what other people are all about. Your 30s are for learning what you are all about. That nugget of TV wisdom is gold. I spent my 20s trying to find my tribe, grappling with what another person had done to me, and figuring out what it all meant. This year has been one of tremendous growth. Releasing the pain of the past, stepping toward my goals, believing in my abilities, trusting my worth.
Is your life what you thought it would be?
Mine isn’t. It’s far more difficult and far more rewarding. I’ve been humbled, challenged, devastated, joyful.
I don’t think a life is built on the happy moments, but the worst ones. Humanity and character live there.
If you don’t look closely, it’s easy to miss the beautiful flowers that spring up between the cracks. Growth from imperfection. Vibrance amidst the darkness.
Real beauty is easily overlooked. Make a point to find it and you’ll also discover joy.