My 2015

I'll keep this short and sweet (and a tad sour):

A few days before my 31st birthday I asked if turning a year older, if actually being in my 30s would feel any differently that just being 30. And I was told that it would feel different. Naturally I was skeptic; not just because I didn't believe that one year would make that much of a difference. But because I felt like I’d been the same person for a majority of my 20s, up to my 30s.

And while I didn't feel a magical difference the minute the clock struck midnight on my 31st, I have started to notice gradual changes I've made in my life since then- some important, some silly and superficial, but necessary all the same. I've cut ties, made adjustments, reevaluated my priorities, and stopped giving a shit how boring my life is compared to my contemporaries. If I spend my Friday night catching up on some historical fiction instead of clubbing or bar-hopping or running the streets, so be it. It’s exhausting trying to keep up with everyone else’s life instead of just focusing on my own. That’s not to say that I’m not interested in what people do- I still want to hear your stories and see your pictures because human connections are still important to me. But while I’m happy that you took an amazing vacation, I’m equally as happy that I made a decent attempt at teriyaki baked cod last night. Such is the nature of my life. I've slowed down a bit. And I’m ok with that.

This is the year of laying down roots: having babies, building houses, starting new careers. It’s time to get my fucking adulthood started. And I feel that now- I’m ready.