29 is typically the age when women start joking about how they can’t get any older because horrible things might happen. Today I turn 29 and I feel confirmed that that is bullshit.
Despite high levels of uncertainty in my life right now, I am happier and more sure of myself with every passing year. I DEFINITELY couldn’t see it then, but I can see it now. Particularly since 25 I feel that I am hewing closer to the person I am.
And to be honest, I have too many goals in my life to worry about whether I have peaked already. I can only assume there are more cliffs ahead and pick up my walking stick.
Gotta go, going out to surprise dinner to kick off the year right.