Drinking this coffee while i type this
Lately, I've been reflecting on where I am in life. In my 30s, things feel different—like a mix of confidence and uncertainty. There's this weird balance between feeling like I should have everything figured out, but also realizing that maybe nobody really does.
Work has taken on a new meaning, not just as a way to make a living, but as something that defines my identity. Friendships feel deeper but fewer, and time, once so abundant, feels fleeting.
More than ever, I’m learning to embrace the present, even as I wonder what the future holds. There's this unspoken pressure to achieve more, to settle down, but at the same time, a desire to break free from expectations. It's a strange crossroads—sometimes, it feels like life’s just beginning, other times, like I’m running out of time.
This phase, I think, is about accepting that it’s okay to not have a straight path forward and just take things as they come.