I turned the ripe old age of 25 on Sunday. It seems like such a landmark age. An age where I should have everything figured out. An age where my all dreams are realized. Well it turns out that I don’t have much of anything figured out. I married the man of my dreams, but other than that I’m not sure what I’m doing with life.
But I have realized something: I’m tired of not pursuing those dreams because of fear. I have lived most of my life afraid of what others think of me. I’m constantly checking myself and making sure every detail is just so so that others will think I’m perfect.
I’m tired of it. It’s no way to live. I’m doing things just for me for once. Starting with this blog. I have wanted to start one for over a year but because of fear and insecurity I haven’t. Well here I am. Let’s see how it goes.