a quarter of the way into year 30 and it is fabulous enough. Nothing extravagant as the past months have been bogged with legal issues and just workaday stuff.
I suppose it has been fabulous in terms of risk taking emotionally, falling in love, becoming pregnant. Some of which I actually “made” happen.
When I think of fabulous I think of being strong and accomplishing things. I think of perhaps experiencing and seeing things for the first time, living grandly and courageously. Making things happen, succeeding in career, vacations, experiences.
I’ve got to think more specifically about what this fabulous-ness is and what I can do to embrace it and bring it about.