33

Today I turn 33, and I’m not where I thought I’d be at this age. I thought I’d have it all figured out by now - the perfect balance of work and family, the energy to do everything for everyone, the ability to say yes to every extra shift and volunteer opportunity without losing myself in the process.

33

But 32 taught me that burning out isn’t a badge of honor. It’s just burning out. This year I started Pilates (my hips have never been happier), cut back on those extra shifts at the hospital, and learned the revolutionary concept of saying no. Turns out the world doesn’t end when I’m not available 24/7. Who knew?

I’m also back in therapy with Dr. Reeves, who somehow manages to call me out on my control freak tendencies while making me laugh about them. Therapy isn’t just for crisis mode - it’s for figuring out how to live better, not just harder. Marcus keeps joking that he’s going to send Dr. Reeves a thank you card for making me realize I don’t have to be everything to everyone.

33 feels different. Clearer. Like I’m finally building something sustainable instead of just surviving until the next thing. And honestly? I’m excited to see what this version of me can do.