I'm an eternal optimist, but lately, I've been learning to sit with the tough stuff instead of running from it. Anxiety, frustration, sadness—they're all part of life, and while they're not fun, they serve a purpose. Ignoring them won't make them go away; they'll just linger until I find the courage to face them head-on. I used to think that by staying busy, I could avoid dealing with these feelings altogether. But they don't disappear—they just pile up, waiting for a quiet moment to resurface. So today, I'm letting myself feel them, even if it's messy and uncomfortable. Maybe there's beauty in the chaos, maybe there's growth in the struggle. Writing has always been my therapy, and today, I need it more than ever. Hitting milestones always forces me to reflect, and birthdays are no exception. This one feels different, though. For years, I've looked forward to birthdays with cupcakes, sparkly decorations, and lots of laughter. But this year, those things didn't hold the same magic. Don't get me wrong—I'm still incredibly grateful for my family, my health, and the life we've built together. Yet, as I approach my thirtieth year, I can't help but wonder what lies ahead. Am I ready for the next chapter? Will I measure up? These questions swirl in my mind, and while they're unsettling, they're also exciting in their own way. Though I'm technically still a year away from turning thirty, the number keeps popping into my thoughts. This isn't about my actual birthday—it's about the year that just passed. If I had to describe the past twelve months in one word, it would be "hard." But hard doesn't mean bad. Hard means growth. Hard means learning. Hard means living. Looking back... oh, how far we've come! We moved across the country last year, right after my previous birthday, and everything changed. The highs were breathtaking—like finding out we were expecting another baby, celebrating milestones with loved ones, and starting fresh in a new place. Then came the lows—the heartbreak of losing our baby at just one-and-a-half inches, the loneliness of moving somewhere without close friends, and the pressure of balancing work and family responsibilities. There were moments when I felt like I couldn't handle it all, like I wasn't enough. But here's the truth: I don't have to be enough. I just have to show up. And every single day, I do. As I sit here reflecting, I realize that the struggles of the past year have shaped me in ways I never expected. They've taught me resilience, patience, and gratitude for the little things. They've shown me that even in the darkest moments, there's light to be found—if you're willing to look for it. And most importantly, they've reminded me that life isn't about perfection—it's about progress. Some days will be harder than others, but that's okay. Because even on the toughest days, there's beauty to be discovered. So here I am, sitting in the chaise lounge, tears streaming down my face, but somehow lighter than before. Therapy session complete. Now it's time to close the book on the last chapter and open the next one with hope and determination. After all, you can't start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading the last one. "You can't start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading the last one." I think it's time to begin this next chapter with a fresh perspective, a sprinkle of joy, and my two sweet little loves by my side.
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