How Do You Want To Spend Your 30s?

This season has given me a nice amount of time to reflect and think about myself and different areas of my life. More specifically, the areas where I’ve been unhappy and heavily discontented. Some things could be better, and I’ve actively been working to improve them.

I know 2020 has not been the year many of us thought it would be. I mean, really, who could have anticipated a disruption like a global pandemic? While it’s certainly been quite a year and a lot of changes have taken place, this was also the year I turned 30. While I was able to celebrate with my family, I had some additional exciting birthday plans fall through, as well as some other things that were delayed and denied because of everything that’s happened. And with these things happening and more, I’ve realized that there will never be a perfect time or ideal conditions to change certain parts of your life you desire change or to make decisions about the direction you want your life to go. I am up to me. And my life is up to me too.

One of the biggest things for me will be eliminating as much stress from my life as I can. And that will involve taking some big risks and incredible leaps of faith that I believe will be good for me. I’m honestly not certain how everything’s going to turn out or work out, but I know this: I deserve better. I deserve to be happy. And I deserve the best. I will not spend my 30s the same way I spent my 20s. I refuse to remain in any situation that brings unnecessary stress in my life or to stay connected to anyone or anything that brings problems into my space, disrupts my peace, and is not adding value or yielding fruit in my life. When I think about different situations I’ve stayed in and hoped and prayed would get better, they only got worse. And I don’t want to live my life like that. I believe I can do better. And so can you.

So let me ask you this, how do you want to spend your 30s? Set aside some time alone and figure it out. You may be surprised what you discover.

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