On my final day of 30 I woke up surrounded by flowers and chocolates and macarons and messages of love and early birthday gifts; it is not about any of those things. What it is about: waking up at 31 in a skin I'm comfortable living in, now more than ever before. 💕See I used to majorly stress birthdays & everything they bring: another year passing by, a list growing longer of all the things left to DO, creative itches I haven't scratched, places I haven't seen, etc. I felt uncomfortable with slow growth, & I wasn't able to dream of the future because I couldn't see the entire timeline ⏰But God. I started trusting him with my whole life, & since then what I'm able to see so clearly is how he's planted my feet exactly where I am. 👣 He sees my heart and knows me well enough to know the kind of growth I can & can't handle, and while I may *want* to know it all right now, God knows that's too much for my tiny human self to process, and I need to take this life as it comes. Now I can welcome another year of growing up, of living life as it happens, of this story unfolding in front of my eyes. Because, who wants to know the ending anyway? #nospoilers 🙅🏻 Thank you to everyone who helped make this my favorite birthday yet!