Today I woke up another year older. No longer thirty. And my life looks nothing like I thought it would.⠀
Five years ago I hoped to have a baby and another on the way. One year ago, I hoped to be pregnant. Three months ago, I hoped to be able to take the day off, spend the day doing something that makes me happy and then go out for dinner with my hubby in a killer dress.⠀
Instead, I went to the gym, worked for six hours, Rob is sick with a terrible cold, and we’re sat on the sofa watching Netflix before eating pizza and Halo Top for dinner.⠀
So no, my life doesn’t look like i thought it would. But that’s okay. Because I’m happy. And life happens in the mess. Here’s to a year of being content to live in the mess, of lowering my expectations, of writing because there are stories I want to tell and drinking far too much tea.