A few days ago I realized I’m turning 35 next month and for some reason, this upcoming birthday hit harder than the others. Maybe it’s because 35 feels like halfway to 40. Or maybe it’s because when my dad was 35, he only had 30 years left to live. And that thought alone is terrifying. It really makes me reflect on how I’m spending my time. It makes me question if I’m doing enough. Am I where I’m supposed to be? Am I living fully or just hustling to “arrive” somewhere? What am I actually accomplishing? Lately, I’ve been caught in the loop of comparison. Other people’s homes, their pace, their timelines. It’s so incredibly easy to feel behind. To feel like you’re not growing fast enough or living beautifully enough. But losing someone or something you love has a way of stripping all of that noise away. And after losing my dad, I see life differently. The little things don’t hold as much weight. What truly matters most is health, love, purpose, and being at peace. So if you’re also feeling the pressure to figure it all out, to be further ahead, to keep up... I just want to say: You’re not alone. You’re not behind. Your timeline is allowed to look different. One day, we’ll look back and see that everything unfolded the way it needed to and it will all make sense ✨