This is the first birthday in which I actually feel different. I feel more self aware. I am proud of my accomplishments and ready for what comes next in both my relationship and my career. I am out of my twenties. I am divorced. I do not own my own home. More than all of that, I am not a mother. That was the one thing that I was sure of. I never pictured myself having my first child even close to my late twenties and now here I am, thirty.
Hope has not run out.
I will be a mom.
Just not today.