I am 35.
I’m in my mid-thirties.
I still have no idea what the heck I’m doing.
In life. As a wife. As a parent.
And I’m okay with that.
My teens were okay. Some highs and lows. I guess that’s expected. Especially when you’re going through major hormonal changes while dealing with various societal and peer pressures.
My early twenties were tough. Like, really, for reals, tough. I got married, which was the bright spot in that rough patch. In my late twenties I had my girls. It was a monumental shift in my life.
My thirties, for the most part, have been pretty great. Sure, there have been some major cry fests and self doubt, but I’ve learned a lot too. I’ve become a better cook and baker. I got reacquainted with my inner child (Hello Disneyland!). I started exercising. Not because I have to but because I want to. I got back into writing, which is something I’ve loved doing ever since I was a child. I also got to share my love of travel with my daughters.
There are tons of things I’m still figuring out (#adultingishard), but I know as long as I’ve got my family, Wi-Fi, and a little ice cream, everything will be just fine.
Photo by Arbine Villanueva-Hoapili