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.