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I was excited to enter my 30s. I had heard, and suspected, that things were a lot more settled in that decade, that there was less mysterious wandering masked as existential struggle, more clarity, more security. More fun. And besides, there was that guaranteed 3. What couldn’t 30 deliver? Other than physically (lol), the years so far have yet to disappoint.

35 was a pivotal year of mundanity. An inflection point, monumental in its ordinariness, a sign of getting to where I wished to be with a dash of extra clarity thrown in at the end. From far away, the lore of 35 seems to be one of importance, and it was for me, but not in the way you would think; nothing really happened, it was just happening all around me, all the things I wanted. Family. Job. Marriage and home and friends and life. And the feeling that you can do what you want, and that that is just fine; no approval necessary.

35 marked the full first year as a parent of two, a role I have relished and adored in every way, in spite of the chaos. Something about having the two and seeing them both and building our family is even more confidence-building and solid-feeling than anything before, and it is truly an honor and a privilege every day (nb: probably even the no-sleep-at-all-Christmas-Eve-Eve, lol). I’ve never felt more sure of my moves in this parenting ‘career’, and I can’t believe my luck to watch them together and parent them with Jeff. It’s incredibly gratifying, and I’m grateful.

35 was a year of growth and change and ultimately tectonic shifting in my professional life, only to arrive at the place I once started, with further future clarity. I’ve been grateful for the learning I’ve done, the relationships I’ve built, and the opportunities I’ve had, but right now, I’m even more glad to feel knowledgable enough about professional life to make the moves I feel I must in more sureness than I would have ever had before (note: still without 100% certainty, lol).

(Redacted: a bunch of meaningful but private rambling about relationships and marriage, but imagine it is in the same vein as the above, heh.)

And I hear it even gets better from here. 36 is twice an adult, and half of life has been in that state in some way, now. Here’s to the now-solved mystery of who ‘Superhero LX’ is, and to 36, and beyond. How lucky it is to be alive. Cheers!