32 was special. This time last year I thought I had things figured out. I thought things were coming together and finally getting started and life said skrrrrrrrrrrt lmao bitch you thought. I want to say that 32 tested me but it didn’t, it prepared me. It challenged me to become the person ready to receive all the things I was trying to claim. It humbled me, compassionately and with love. Now I’m here at 33, ready, open, and with no idea wtf is going on but I’m finally ok with that.