Thirty Two

I’ve begun and deleted at least a dozen posts on my life at 32. 

Nothing is working, so I’ll just type out my stream of consciousness. I’d like to state that I am sitting at my kitchen table, in my underwear, with wine flowing and I am simultaneously dancing to whatever mix I have blasting out of my speakers. I'm excellent at multi-tasking.

Is that a clear picture? Kids—this is what you have to look forward to when you’re divorced with no kids in your early 30’s. Aim for the sky. 

Ok… In all seriousness, I can happily state that I am in the best place of my life since 2012. I’m completely self-sufficient (except for when I need to change a lightbulb in my apartment), I just accepted a full-time job offer, I negotiated the highest salary I’ve ever received, I’m surrounded by beautiful mother fuckers who love me and best of all—I am home.

My life is so full. So. Full.

The course of my life is running it’s course at an almost effortless pace at this point. Just don’t call me  “lucky.” I despise that term with a passion.

On Sunday Melissa asked me how I felt on my birthday, I told her without any hesitation that I felt fucking amazing. I’ve dealt with so much from my divorce, my moves to/from/within New York, my job search and everything else in between. My life is settling into what it’s meant to be and I still don’t know what that means… but I’m pretty fucking excited.

Trust your journey, even if you are unsure of your destination.