This past year I turned 30. I became a new business owner, a licensed doctor and an aunt. The entire year felt like a loud celebration and a painful marathon. I could never quite see the finish line and at each milestone I would just think about the next step. In standard fashion, I spread myself too thin and hardly had a moment to stop, rest and feel my life. My mind was full of the things I had not done yet, the people I had let slip away, the places I should have been by now. This is not how 30 was supposed to feel.
This morning I looked over into my bedroom and realized all was well. My life was exactly as I had hoped. And a little voice—my intuition, my soul, my childhood dreams—reminded me to let go and trust.