The First Summer of my 30's

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Well, I'm no longer in my late 20's. I am fully immersed into my 30th year of life and feel both as confused and certain of things as I did when I was pumping my legs on the old swing-set at the neighborhood park. My body and I have an intimate understanding of one another and my mood swings no longer knock me into a sense of bewilderment for days. When it's time to rest, my body is trampled with a cold that I can't shake with hot tea and vitamin C. The universe knows when it's time to take a break.

I feel more tired than ever, but yet also so ambitious and fearless. So, on Sundays like this when I wake up with no plans or obligations, I find myself wondering what should I be doing and with whom should I be doing it with. Life is passing by faster than ever and as the milestones keeping strolling right on by, and I'm just trying to maintain a sense of who I am.
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Although today I am filled with questions, yesterday was filled with nothing but joy, sand and a selfie-stick. I am grateful for the women I met in my 20's: Those who were with me as I carved out a career in Youth Work and Mama-Bearing. Those who traveled with me to the greatest moments of my imagination; Harry Potter world and Greece and Hawaii and Costa Rica. Those who have sat in cafes with markers and sketch pads drawing out the maps to the future. Those who have helped me navigate the second half of my 20's with grace and confidence.

My 20's are over, but 30 is looking pretty promising, as long as I keep moving in the right direction with the best of the best along-side.

The first post is always the hardest. Here is to Sundays filled with more writing.