I’ve been settling into a new era of my life recently.  I’ll be turning 30 in a little over a year from now.  The actual number doesn’t bother me that much.  The transition is in what my goals are and how I see myself enjoying life.

In my early twenties, I had the strange idea that I had to run out and “conquer” something in the world.  I have no idea what I thought I needed to conquer.  It was an epic feeling of adventure, and it was really overwhelming.

These days, I typically enjoy a lot of quiet time at home with my husband and on my own.  I like to study during a semester, and I enjoy reading and knitting.  The loudest I get is when I sit at the electric piano and work on songwriting.  I am also very practical recently, and I’m reaching toward different ways of staying healthy, such as jogging and yoga.

Part of me had still not let go of the push toward constant adventure.  I thought I was unhappy when I really wasn’t, I just needed to adjust my expectations.

I’ve written quite a few pages of a story this summer.  It is an epic tale.  I’ve been disenchanted with the direction of the story, because I feel like it unleashes too much stress into the world somehow.  I really value peace, quiet, calm ways of living healthfully and enjoyably.  Approaching thirty seems quite appropriate for the era of life that I am in anyway.

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