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This is 30.
I turned 30 in February. I was asked a few times leading up to this birthday how I felt about it. In the back of my mind, I felt a bit of worry and dread. There was that nagging feeling of "being behind" or somehow not where I should be (whatever that means). But most of all, the negativity was lost in the blanket of burnout. I was slogging through.
In the past few years, I've heard people wax poetic about their 30s. If their 20s were full of struggle and uncertainty, their 30s were full of self-assurance and security.
I spent my 20s always chasing something, literally and figuratively. I wanted to start this new decade on a different note, one that was less about chasing and more about stopping and smelling the roses. I want to slow down, pause, and breathe. Figure out who I am now and who I want to be. And hopefully, document it as much as my bandwidth allows me to.
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Life Lately: September
September was a wonky month for me. I moved away from the hustle and bustle of Boston into the suburbia that is Syracuse. It's been an odd adjustment, to say the least. Transportation is still something I'm working on (I need a car sooner rather than later) and I'm still trying to find a routine that works best for my new state of affairs. All in all, it hasn't been the worst month of my life, so that's a relief!
