06/04/2026
This is 33 ✨
And is this exactly how I pictured 33? Not in the slightest. In the best way possible. I’ve been able to do a lot of cool s**t that honestly I think younger me would be really proud of.
Now if you ask society, I’m a goner. No kids yet? No husband? How can you be happy? Believe me, it’s been a trial. Do I want those things? Absolutely - without shadow of a doubt. You get to this age in life & people start assuming that you must not want them. Which is absolutely wild to me. Believe it or not, not everything happens for everyone at the exact same time. Crazy concept right?
If you would’ve asked me at 23 where I thought my life would be, I would’ve told you the typical go-to response. I wouldn’t have been able to guess this. And believe it or not, I’m happy. I’m happier than I ever knew I could be and I’m more myself than I ever knew I had lost. At 23, I was in a career that later I found out was taking so much of my happiness from me every day. I was seeking out approval from people I wouldn’t even trade shoes with. I was so out of control of my own life & thought that’s what we did? I’m so grateful for everything being exactly as it has been because of where I’m at. Right now. At 33. Happiness, like genuine, real happiness. Now, not every single day, but damn I’ve fought hard enough to do my best to be. Traveling more than I could’ve imagined. Incredible people in my life that I love and love so hard. The strongest version of my body I’ve ever seen. You learn to choose things that show the respect you have for yourself. You outgrow so much, which blooms you into what you’re meant to. And so much has bloomed. 🥹
So this isn’t a “look at me & look at what I’ve done”. This a reminder that just because your chapter doesn’t look like everyone else’s or just because you aren’t where society tells you to be, maybe, just maybe…you’re exactly where you’re meant to be ✨
32, I’m so grateful. 33 - let’s do big things.
