me. Day 11,325.

yes, to clarify for those of you who asked, Friday was, indeed, my birthday.
31 years old. and two days now.

funny (in a way) how i am nowhere near where i thought i would be by my 31st birthday. in fact, i am not sure it is possible for me to be further from that picture i had in my head. most days, i am ok with that. more than ok with it. i wouldn't want to be the girl i imagined if it would mean i couldn't be the girl i am right now. and somehow i don't think i would be...

there are days, though, that i wonder how i managed to wind up so far away from where i dreamed i would be. and then i wonder, now that i no longer have the slightest clue where i am going, where i am going to end up, as i trip along down this broken road. there are potholes & detours for sure, but there is sunlight filtering through the trees as well now, lighting the path before me.

i don't always do a perfect job of keeping my eyes on the patches of sunlight falling on my broken road, but i am always grateful to find them still there when my vision has strayed toward the shadows. the destination is even less certain to me now, but this a wonderfully scary position to find myself in, the delicious kind of scary that holds promise & is brimming with possibilities.