It is hard for me to believe that I am actually THIRTY. I mean on the inside I feel like a naive 24 year old. At times when I look back at all that I have done, what I have been through I realize I have lived and have experienced life. Not always how I would have like, but I feel I have learned from my mistakes (most of the time). However, I find myself stagnant in areas. Like I am waiting for someone else to do the work for me. So much of myself I want to reinvent and do better…more selfless, happier, positive, confident, and to rise above the pressures I put on myself. Perhaps that’s what my thirties will be about. Taking my core and making it stronger. I know there is a great confident person inside of me it just doesn’t always get to show itself. I am determined in 10 years, when I’m forty, to really love what I see. No matter the circumstances I find my life in.