It’s been one hell of a year. I don’t think anything could have fully prepared any of us for the new normal we’d have to adjust to as the pandemic inevitably changed our lives. This was also the year I turned 30, and while I’m not exactly sure when 30 became the go-to age where a lot of people think you’re supposed to have it all and have everything figured out – I’ve got a confession: I don’t have everything figured out. Which is why I find it odd whenever some of my friends, family members, and people who don’t know me well refer to me as a put-together person who has things figured out. I do have a very blessed and full life that I appreciate, but honestly, I’m still figuring things out as I go. In different ways, I believe all of us are. If you’re approaching 30 soon or are already there, please try not to freak out if things haven’t come together as you’ve hoped. Five years ago, I had a quarter-life crisis moment a few days after my 25 th ...
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