Thirty-One: The Year I Got My Groove Back

I woke up this morning and the first thought wasn’t about who needed what or what I forgot to do. It was just… I’m 31. And I feel good about it.

Thirty-One: The Year I Got My Groove Back

Thirty was hard in ways I’m still unpacking. The house, the kids growing up, Marcus and I figuring out how to be married humans instead of just surviving humans. I spent most of last year feeling like I was drowning in everyone else’s needs, forgetting I had any of my own. But somewhere around mile three of my runs, I started finding pieces of myself again.

This year feels different. Like I finally remembered that I’m allowed to want things - to want to feel strong, to want to look good, to want to take up space without apologizing for it.

Birthday queen claiming her throne (aka the kitchen counter)

Marcus took this after I commandeered the kitchen counter for my birthday coffee (sorry not sorry).

Thirty was about surviving. Thirty-one is about thriving. Watch me.