so, it's true...i had a birthday. my thirty-fourth, to be exact. i'm not going to lie, it's kinda crazy to think that i am this old. i realize that thirty-four is not old. but when i was sixteen and seventeen, it was old. thirty-four was twice as old as i was then. and maybe i thought it was old because my mom had six kids by the ripe, old age of thirty-two. but trust, i never imagined that i would be thirty-four with six kids.
i really don't know where i expected myself to be at this age, but i'm quite certain this isn't where i thought i would be. and what that even means is a convoluted array of emotions and thoughts...i can't even go there. i will say this, though...the thing that i learn with every passing year is that sometimes plans change...or rather, all the time plans change. and life is about learning to adapt and to make it work. and i'm getting really good at that...really, really good. and i like it.
so in this thirty-fifth year of my short, young life i will continue to make plans and set goals. i will have expectations but i will remember to expect the unexpected and to go with the flow. i will welcome a change in plans because i am getting so good at adapting and i will always make it work.
and next year, we can have this same conversation.