Seasons of Change, Chapters of Growth: My Blooming 30s

The roaring twenties were a symphony of movement. Adventures filled with plot twists, detours shaped into revelations, and paths rerouted by wisdom whispered in the winds of experience. Each moment a lesson, molding me, shifting my perspective, unearthing truths I never knew I needed.

A decade ago, I began a ritual. With every passing year, I named my chapter, etching its wisdom into my story:

• Chapter 20: Break Every Chain

• Chapter 21: Year of Reflection

• Chapter 22: Unlearn, Relearn, Repeat

• Chapter 23: Midnight Summer Dreams

• Chapter 24: The Beginning

• Chapter 25: Year of the Come Up

• Chapter 26: Freedom

• Chapter 27: Shine Bright Like a Diamond

• Chapter 28: It’s a Whole Lot of Money in This

• Chapter 29: A Whole New World

• Chapter 30: Soft Era

Now, as my 31st birthday nears, I stand at the threshold of a new era. Not an ending, not a beginning, but a quiet unfolding. In my twenties, I assumed the thirties would bring certainty, a seamless knowing, a moment where life would settle into place. But now, I understand, there is no fixed age, no precise moment where it all aligns. Life is not meant to be “figured out,” but lived, deeply and intentionally. Even those who seem to have mastered its rhythm are still dancing their way through the unknown.

Motherhood, career shifts, love evolving, new landscapes, new rituals, and new ways of being. Change has always been my companion, and in my younger years, my restlessness was often mistaken for passion. But the transformations of this era run deeper, no longer surface ripples, but movements of the soul. Where once I sought momentum, now I find stillness, a stillness that is rich with peace, purpose, and presence. Nothing in my life looks as I once imagined, yet I am full. Full of joy, full of breath, full of the quiet exhilaration of simply being.

Healing is not a destination but a practice, an eternal unraveling and weaving.

As I continue to unlearn, relearn, rediscover the layers of myself, I move forward whole. My thirties invite reflection, not regret. I honor every version of myself, the woman I was, the woman I am, the woman I am becoming.

And as June 21st arrives, the longest day, the first breath of summer. I will step into the warmth of Chapter 31, carrying nothing but gratitude as I bloom into the unknown.