29

29. The final year of my twenties. It feels weird to say because growing up you never think you will actually age. That sounds so silly because time and thus aging is inevitable but when you are 18, you think you will always be young. I understand in the scheme of life, 29 is still young; however, it is the oldest I have ever been and on the cusp of some big life changes.

I don’t have the easiest time adjusting to life changes. Growing up my dad said it always took me six months to adjust to a big life change like starting/switching schools. I definitely think I have gotten better at managing life transitions but it still takes time to process and grieve what was and what is to come. 29 feels like the last year of same, comfortable, known, safe, and predictable. 30 is the start of a new decade, change, discomfort, growth, and stretching.

I have heard nothing but praise for your 30s - you are in the best physical shape, you know who you are as a person, you’re established in your career, and starting/having a young family. Truly, I know it is going to be amazing but it’s always difficult saying goodbye to your comfort zone and spreading your wings into the unknown. Nothing amazing comes from your comfort zone.

This final year of my twenties is all about hustle, discipline, and alignment. I have several large goals I want to accomplish next year which means putting in the work now. I have been trying to create healthy, productive habits that will make achieving my larger goals a bit easier. I know they all are doable but it is a matter of actually putting the work in.

29 feels weird because it’s the end of a decade and the beginning of a new one. It is a transitional time of new growth, change, creation, new beginnings, and becoming one’s authentic self. I am excited for what’s to come and the journey along the way. Thank you for being here and joining me on this journey together.