August 4, 2014
31 feels odd.
I could wrap my head around 30. Sure, I had plenty of sweat inducing panics in my 29th year about the big 3-0, but when it came, I was happy to see it. The promise of a new decade, along with some exciting things like an engagement, a new job, and a wedding to plan made it seem....tackle-able if you know what I mean?
And now, with less than 2 months until the wedding, I'm trying to figure out what 31 will look like. Here's what I know:
I'll get married.
I'll go to Greece & Italy (bucket list for yeeeeears).
I'll change my last name.
Unlike years past, I think I'm okay with just letting this year happen. I'm a go-getter and tend to set big goals and lists for myself with checkboxes to tick off. But one of the best lessons I've learned this year is to make to-do's for the important tasks that actually need them, but the bigger things like life goals, experiences, dreams? Don't force it.
If I held myself to the impossible "life plan" I mapped out for myself around 21? Without going into too much detail, I'm certain I would be miserable. But I still have to gut check myself on this often.
My only plan this year is to just be happy. Happy in the present, happy with all that I'm fortunate to experience, and just really live.