Here, For Now

It’s a strange thing to want more from a life you already love.

Right now, I feel the most confident, happy, and content I’ve probably ever felt. I thought turning 27 would stress me out more than it has, but instead, I feel at peace with the life I’ve made. I’ve surrounded myself with people I feel so lucky to have. I’ve challenged myself to show up and put myself out there. I’ve reconnected with things I once lost. I’ve had tough conversations, created incredible memories, and built a life that finally feels completely mine. The good, the bad, the ugly; at least it’s mine. I’m always learning, always growing, and yes, still making mistakes.

But even now, in a season where I’m so deeply in love with the life I’ve built and the routines I’ve created, there’s a part of me that wants more. It’s such a strange duality, loving where I am while still craving what’s next. I’m trying to balance being present and grateful for how far I’ve come with that quiet, restless pull toward the future. Living in the moment versus reaching for the next version of myself.

How do you know when to stop and sit in the now? To slow down and just be? There will always be more out there. More to do, to see, to chase. But how do you know when you’re moving on too soon? Everything feels right where it is, yet there’s this lingering feeling that something new is on the horizon. Time is moving faster than ever, months slipping by like seconds, and I can’t help but wonder, what does that mean for me? Do I run with it, or do I stay and breathe it all in?

I guess time will tell. But the one thing I keep coming back to is this: we don’t have much of it. Whatever’s next, I’ll meet it when it arrives.