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The Blueprint

Man o man have I missed you guys. As you can see from the gap in blogs, life has been pretty busy. I recently made myself a promise that I'd get back to doing the things that truly make me happy amid my busy lifestyle and I'm going to do just that. 

As you already know, I'm doing the absolute most. Staying busy keeps me focused and I honestly have less time to think about life. I haven't decided if that's a good or bad thing though. Working, running a business, motherhood, school, volunteering, and recently being inducted into a sorority has kept me on the go recently, it's an amazing journey, and I'm super grateful for it all. 

Now sit down sis, let's have some tea boo. Girl, I'm finally 30! I say that with a magnitude of emotions


because I felt every emotion known to man leading up to the big 3oh! Excitement, sadness, anxiousness, fear, apprehension, and so much more. I even felt guilty for being emotional about the situation. So many people I know never got the chance to see 30 years old so I was praying hard that I made it, but I couldn't see what happened after that. 

Growing up I had this blueprint of life and everything it would offer me. Married by 25, 3 boys, a beautiful home, nice car, great career, and everything else I felt I needed in between. I'm now 30 and healthy relationships are foreign to me so marriage is nowhere in sight. I have a great career, a loving son, a decent car, and I'm happy for the most part. For so long I had this false sense of reality to think I could live my life according to this imaginary blueprint. Of the long list of things I etched into my brain at such a tender age and associated with true happiness, very few were checked off. As a matter of fact, I derailed the path and began making a new course with new objectives along the way. I've accomplished things I never even knew I wanted with poise and grace. 

I'm blessed to be living a great life at 30. It's an honor to have someone call me mom, I want for nothing, I'm independent, self-sufficient, and most of all... a complete BAD ASS! At 30, I consider myself to be someone who knows what they want out of life. Even if that varies at times, that's okay. 30 and thriving, I'll drink to that!  



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