I thought…

I thought my 30’s would feel like settling down.

But no one told me they’d feel like unlearning. Like gently releasing the life I thought I was supposed to want, and learning to trust the quiet pull toward something deeper. Something real. I thought I’d have it all figured out by now. The person. The path. The plan. But instead, I’e found myself starting over in love, in career, in who I am and what I value. And for the first itme, it doesn’t feel like failure. It feels like finally choosing myself without apology. My 30’s didn’t show up wrapped in certainty. They came with grief, stillness, lonely nights, unexpected clarity, and with a hundred moments that quietly said, “This version of life no longer fits you”. So I’ve been rebuilding not out of desperation, but out of hope. Out of faith that what’s ahead is better aligned then anything I ever settled for in the past. This is the decade I imagined, but maybem just maybe its the one that finally brought my home to myself.