A Letter to Myself on my 29th Birthday

Well, it's official! As of 6:01am I am now 29. Happy birthday to me! I still get mistaken for being 18/19 sometimes so that's good, right?

I'm hoping this will be the start of a happier time. I have a beautiful, kind, seven year old son. I own my home with a gorgeous, loving man. I have the greatest friends a girl could ask for. But yet, I still feel lost every day. 

I still don't know what I want out of my career. I know I don't want to be a carer for much longer, but I don't know what else to pursue. I have no qualifications and, currently, no goals to work towards. I have been debating becoming a midwife. Another part of me wants to work with animals. I'm hoping I can figure something out before long. I need to remind myself though that that's ok. It's ok to not know what I want out of life. You are not the only person nearing 30 that doesn't know. You are not the only one.

I don't like the way I started this letter so miserably. Today is supposed to be a happy day, to celebrate another year of life! So that's what I'm going to do. 

I have a beautiful home.

I have a beautiful family.

I have beautiful friends that call me every day.

I am loved. 

I am safe. 

I am enough.

I am frickin' 29 and totally fine!

Until next time,

Saph x