It has been quite an interesting start to my 30s. Life took over rapidly and didn’t leave room for very much else. I took a new job believing I would have more time for myself; however, that job required a lot of time and attention. We purchased our first home which was a nerve-wracking and proud moment for us both. I got a promotion at work, he got picked up for school, my sister moved in with us…it was a busy time. Upon graduation from school, he got new orders that would take us from California to Nebraska. With this move, I foresee a lot more time for me to pursue my hobbies and interests.
The move to Nebraska was not an easy one for me; it was as though I was leaving home again for the third time. Even more difficult because so much is going on in my family life back home and I hate not being there with them. We barely spent a year in our home (as homeowners) which was pretty depressing because I had just started ramping up my home remodel board on Pinterest. We had both decided to wait at least 1 year before making any huge (financial) changes to the home. And truth be told, I loved my job. I loved what I had accomplished there, the processes I had to developed, the flow I had established and the relationships I had cultivated at and for the place I worked. The list of reasons to stay in California far-outweighed my reasons for leaving. There isn’t a day that has gone by that I haven’t wondered if I’ve made a huge mistake. Mistakes seems to be the theme of my life for the last 6 months…and I genuinely thought I left mistake-making in my 20s. Ha!
So, as I slowly attempt to settle in, I can now take the time to return to the graceful 30. I have found the perfect place to write in my new home: the kitchen table. I can enjoy the warm, inviting light of the sun rising over my backyard and the deep sighs of two dogs curled up at my feet. It’s peaceful here on the kitchen table with a house free of other humans.
I have been beckoned to rekindle my love of writing and so I will.
– M.
the graceful 30 