Turning 32 feels, for some reason, like a turning point, the next chapter for me.
And I’m not sure why.
Perhaps because it’s just about 3 years – THREE YEARS – since my divorce began and I am at a point in my life where that chapter of my life is so far removed from who I am today and who I am surrounded with. It’s one year further from that life-changing time for me.
Perhaps it’s because I am happier than I quite possibly have ever been before. In love, life, career and friendship.
Perhaps it’s because I honestly feel like I’m inching towards the best shape of my life. Not quite, but almost. And that feels incredible. Absolutely incredible.
And perhaps it’s because I – again – feel as though I am on the cusp of (more) great things?
Today, I ponder. What I’d like 32 to look like.
The sky’s the limit. And I’m ready.