I will be 31.
Inside I do not feel like I should be 31.
I feel somewhere between 16-18.
Waiting for life to unfold in-front of me in an idyllic sort of way.
Where I think the future holds a job, husband, and kids all just there and existing; but not earned.
I see the goal, but not the ascent.
I have realized, in three years since having Kit, that life is earned.
"It is the sides of the mountain which sustain life; not just the top."
I am realizing that what I think is the "hard" stuff about life is the stuff I should be paying attention to more.
I need to stop when Kit is crying-out in frustration or defiance; pay attention and help guide her.
I need to spend time with the Mr. to keep our selves in-sync with eachother.
I need to realize that I don't have to keep working at a job which holds no passion.
I was very excited to turn 30 last year.
I felt like I was starting a new chapter in the book....
But, I don't feel like there was much ink that stained the pages.
I hope that this year I am ready to be an adult and start acting like one.
