I am managing a lot of change, and I have not handled it the best. While I typically look forward to getting older, I was stressing about turning 31. "30 was supposed to be a productive year, and I haven't accomplished anything."
The pity party was real, y'all. 🥴
On Tuesday or Wednesday, I decided to make a list of this year's progress. I was surprised that there was progress. Although everything did not happen as I wanted or planned, good happened at 30. Between September 2020 and September 2021:
I earned the most of my professional life.
I reduced my debt by over $7K.
I increased my assets.
I increased my credit score.
I decreased my weight and kept it off. 🙌🏿
I contributed to a travel fund.
I ziplined and rock climbed.
I walked more than ever. (I logged over 1 million steps per Fitbit, and that damn thing was broken for so many months throughout the year. 🤦🏿♀️🤪)
I visited my family for the first time since 2018.
I saw Azelynn and met Ariah and Azariah (my nieces and nephews).
I visited two states I never traveled to before.
I fell in love with Fredrik Backman and read/listened to many other books.
I joined the NRWA and started preparing for certification.
I was hired and paid to write resumes. (Technically, I am a paid writer. 🤯)
Good happened. I'm so grateful for all the people who are/were a part of my 30th year of life. I am grateful for these experiences. I am grateful for this progress. I am grateful for everyone who made me feel seen, loved, and valued on my 31st birthday. I am especially grateful for Karina and Tomi.
Cheers to 31! 🥂🥳🎉🎂 May good & progress continue to happen. 🤞🏿🙏🏿
