I turned 31 a week ago, and it was like the universe decided to flip the switch in my brain on marriage, motherhood, and family. To be fair, I’ve had fluttering thoughts about all of these things before, but now they seem to be broadcasted over and over again in my head on a never ending loop. I guess I never really worried about these milestones because they were always so far away.
But here I am. 31. And they’re not so far anymore.
I am trying to navigate this feedback loop in my head as constructively as possible, pinning down anxious cycles, and putting them to bed.
Does it make sense to worry about the future when things are happy in the present?
