My birthday is in 2 days. I will be 30. I keep looking back on my 20s and wondering if maybe I’ve had my priorities wrong this whole time. I’ve accomplished a lot, technically, but what do those things even matter?
I’ve been married. But I got divorced. I’ve loved and been loved. But all of those relationships severely crashed and burned. I learned how to paint and draw. But I never use those skills anymore. I got my B.A. and became a teacher. I had a good run at that but then I ran from it the way I run from everything else. I’m working on a second M.A. which will hopefully lead me to a path that feels more right for me. I got certified as a Yoga Teacher and I definitely see good things coming out of that. I started this blog which has been amazing, as it has connected me with all of you. I really feel like all the things I have accomplished that are for the best are those things I’ve accomplished in the last year. I’m only just finding myself.
It is sort of bittersweet. I know that this means I’ve got, hopefully, years and years of more positive growth, of finding myself and of helping others. But it also means I spent 9 or 10 years just chasing down dreams that were never meant for me.