thirty something
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Some people know exactly what they want at 18. Some people follow a straight path from high school to college to career. Some people bloom early. And then there are people like me — the late bloomers, the quiet growers, the ones who don’t rush their becoming. I’m 38, and I feel like I’m just…
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A reflective essay on being a late bloomer and starting over in your 30s. Why life doesn’t need to be figured out by 18, and how blooming later brings clarity, confidence, and alignment. Some people bloom early. Some bloom loudly. And some of us bloom quietly, slowly, and on our own timeline — long after…
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I went to a tattoo convention a few years ago with my sisters. An artist they knew was going to be there, and I think my nephew was going to get a head piece done. While we were there, I was looking through the artist’s portfolio. He had same very good, detailed art. And I…
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Well, seeing that my pet is a 14-year-old cat, she might have something sarcastic or sassy to say. I would come home from work and say, “Hey kitty” and she’d look at me with the death glare that cats tend to give and say, “Go fetch my food, human.” Or I could be on my…
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I would redo 2021 if I could. That was very bad year for me, I made bad financial choices, bad career choices. A four-year relationship ended, and I was following a path that wasn’t meant for me. First off, I would have ended that four-year relationship much sooner. I wasn’t happy in it, and I…
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As I get older, I’m becoming more intentional about the voices I allow into my life. Not everyone deserves a front‑row seat. Not every opinion deserves space in my mind. And not every mindset aligns with the woman I’m becoming. I’ve learned that protecting my peace isn’t about cutting people off — it’s about recognizing…
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I already have nine tattoos. But, I am planning number ten. I’m going to get a tattoo of a medieval weapon, a flail with a battle worn handle, and at the end of the chain, a spiked heart instead of a ball. It’s going to be cracked in the middle with blood dripping out of…
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I would tell my 20-year-old self to be careful who you allow into your life. Anyone can call themselves a friend but, not everyone wearing a friendly face has good intentions. You will discover that many of your “friends” are snakes. Some gossip about you, some are secretly competing with you, some are using you…
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I have been working on posting more. But I’m not always sure what to write about. I’m still figuring out my own life and trying new things. I began a class for school a few weeks ago. Microeconomics, and it is very interesting but a little confusing at times. Doesn’t help that I have been…
