Last April before my summer hiatus, I wrote about where I expected my life to be by the time my 31st birthday rolled around. I was pretty upset back then that nothing I had planned had come to fruition. A few friends texted me afterwards to say, “Maybe my life isn’t where I thought it would be, but I wouldn’t change where my life is.” In other words, I’m right where I’m supposed to be and my life is pretty darn good.
My birthday was last Monday. I turned 31. And I got to thinking about where I expected my life to be at 31 and where my life really is.
Last summer I was e-mailing with an old friend from high school that I hadn’t spoken with since graduation. His Facebook account was hacked, which led him to post a very random “happy birthday” on my wall (it was a number of months after my birthday). My response helped him figure out his account was hacked while also leading to a conversation via FB messaging that turned into e-mail correspondence. The communication fizzled pretty quickly at that point; but, one thing stuck with me. I had sent him a link to the blog and his response was: “I totally checked out / stalked your blog the day that I got your email. You’re very forthcoming and honest! I don’t think I could publish a blog and share my innermost thoughts publicly.”