I'm Feelin 22, EERR, I mean 34
As I bid adieu to the age of 33, I can't help but feel a tinge of bittersweetness. It was undeniably the most incredible year of my life thus far. And if this is just a sneak peek of what the future has in store for me, then I say, "Bring it on, 34!"
It feels like it was just yesterday when I was blabbering about being "thirty, flirty, and almost thriving" four years ago. Ah, the good old days! I couldn't wait to dive headfirst into my 30s and see what wonders awaited me. And let me tell you, my friends; it has been an absolute rollercoaster ride of pure awesomeness!
I'm over the moon excited to share with all of you that the 30s are, without a doubt, the absolute best! They have exceeded my wildest expectations, and I've been living my best life. They've gifted me with the strength to overcome, the courage to obtain a restraining order, and the most transformative years of therapy. If you're on the lookout for a captivating book for your esteemed book club, let me highly recommend "Gel Pen Flowers." In its pages, I discuss finding the bravery to face down adversity and triumph over trauma. YAY!!
Now, it's not a self-help book, mind you—I'm no therapist—but it shines a light on the power of the human spirit and the possibility of crafting a beautiful life for oneself. So it's pretty cool if you ask me.
For those who know the story, let's talk 33, my friends.
Picture this: publishing a book and welcoming a baby into the world within a single year—no, scratch that—within one month of each other! Now, I know what you're thinking—lots of people have done it. But hey, I'm here to proudly declare that I am one of them!
Cue the diabolical laughter—MUAHAHAHA!
Seriously, though, can you believe it? The sheer audacity of my accomplishment still astonishes me! The moment I discovered I was pregnant, I decided to channel my inner superhero and set a deadline—aka epic publishing date. I mean, come on, it was about time! I had already been slaving away at my writing for a whole year. And so began the grand symphony of panic mode, morning sickness, and being exhausted beyond belief. But you know what? It was all worth it!
Let me tell you, the stress was real. But it was the kind of stress that led me on a breathtaking journey. Every single day brought me closer to the realization that I was on the verge of embracing two incredible miracles—my newborn baby and my published masterpiece!
During those nine remarkable months, my body became a canvas of strength and beauty. Witnessing my shape evolve month after month was like observing an awe-inspiring work of art. And let's not forget the thrill of discovering which part of my daughter was blossoming inside me. When that magical Valentine's Day morning arrived, and I held my precious little girl for the first time, love engulfed me instantly. In that moment, my heart expanded beyond limits, existing outside my body in the form of this precious being. Little did I know that motherhood would also reveal a hidden talent—organization! Surprisingly, I discovered I had a knack for keeping things in order, but now I just need to figure out how to apply that superpower to my own life. Anna's taking it all!
Still working on that balance. I'll let you know how it goes.
Ah, my book. The day I hit that "publish" button, I sat alone in my cozy little studio, clutching the tangible manifestation of my dreams—Gel Pen Flowers, in all its glorious print. The rush of emotions overwhelmed me as I marveled at the sheer magnitude of what I had achieved. Holding the embodiment of my hard work in my hands was nothing but addictive. Countless nights of dedication and determination had brought me to this point. Sure, there were moments when I wanted to throw in the towel and scream, "Never mind!" But I pushed through (and also screamed to be honest), and you know what? It was all worth it. Through the process of crafting my story, I liberated myself from the suffocating weight of buried emotions. I discovered a profound love for myself and a burning desire to be the best role model for my daughter. One day, I hope she reads my book and realizes just how deeply she is loved—beyond every twinkling star in the galaxy. I want her to know that she can conquer anything she sets her mind to, all while having a fierce mama cheering her on every step of the way.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, true happiness flooded my life. The year of 33 blessed me a respite from the chaos and showered me with love and joy. I'll never forget that moment when I sank into the couch, pondering my upcoming birthday. It hit me like a lightning bolt—I didn't want 33 to end. It had been too good to me, and I yearned to bask in its grace a little while longer. I raise a toast to this transformative year, for it allowed me to grow in ways I never thought possible and granted me moments of profound peace. It revealed my hidden strength, both mentally and physically. So, here's to you, dear 33—you transformed me into a mother and an author, and I shall forever cherish the sweetness you bestowed upon me.
And what lies ahead, you may ask? Well, buckle up, because the future promises adventures in parent hangouts, enchanting my little one with the magic of the world, and dare I say it—perhaps even a couple more books! Yes, you heard that right—writing has become an addictive passion that I simply can't resist.
So, my friends, as I bid farewell to the extraordinary year that was 33, I invite you to join me on this exhilarating journey that lies ahead. Together, let's embrace the magic of life, celebrate love, and keep turning the pages of our own unique stories.
XOXO - Trish