On March 15, I turned 30. If you’re expecting to find any sort of negativity and depression here I hate to disappoint you (but not really). I didn’t find it even slightly dramatic. Just another birthday. Just another year. I had a friend tell me, as if to prep me, that she cried herself to sleep on the last night as a 29-year-old. Why? I don’t really care. With every year I feel more like myself, I adore the experiences that I gather and I’m closer to accomplishing my long-term goals.
Besides my entering my fourth decade in this world, my boyfriend and I also got engaged. And we’re getting married in September. Six months for planning a wedding? Sure. Why would we ever take the easier, slower process when we can stress ourselves out?
Besides that I’m also in the process of finishing editing my first draft of my second book, which means I need to get it ready and think about having beta readers read it and how to go about it. Of course, keeping in mind that my goal is to publish it by the beginning of summer. Again, why would I ever take the easier, slower process when I can stress myself out?
What’s your year been like so far? Any exciting news? Any new plans?