Arizona in fall feels like waking up from a hot nightmare.
We can feel a cooler breeze. People are happy again and the parks are filled with parents and children.
I suddenly remember why I love it here, when one short month ago I was dreaming of anywhere else.
I love fall!
Fall also happens to bring my birthday.
Birthdays are great reflection times. One thing I have decided is that I love my 30’s WAY more than my 20’s.
I know myself better. I have experienced enough of life to learn from my mistakes. I have more confidence. I know what I want (simplicity and health) and what I don’t (busy and stressed).
My 20’s felt like a hot mess, honestly. I didn’t have any horrible habits, but I didn’t have any good habits either. I just wandered through each day without much direction.
From 20-25 I was in school and getting married. Then from 26-30 I was taking care of babies and toddlers, so that phase was a blur of sleepless nights and diapers.
Thirty came and it felt like stepping into a new world. A world filled with sleep, healthy food, exercise, and adult conversations. A world of reading books at the playground instead of chasing hazardous children. A world of writing and blogging and finding my voice.
So as I approach 33, I feel excited to continue this new journey and chapter.
My kids are growing up and so am I.
They get to see me develop and nurture passions, and I get to help them discover theirs.
My marriage gets to evolve and grow.
This decade will have its own road bumps, no doubt. But with my feet planted firmer, I think I can bring a better version of myself to those road bumps.
Instead of longing to be younger, I am grateful to be right where I am.