There comes a point where birthdays start feeling different.

When you're a kid, you count down the days for months. You dream about presents, cake, sleepovers, and finally being old enough to do whatever the next age unlocks.

Then your twenties hit, and birthdays become a little weird. You're excited... but you're also measuring yourself against where you thought you'd be.

Then your thirties show up.

If you can find ten minutes in your day, you can walk. And if you feel like you can’t find ten minutes, then maybe walking is exactly what you need most.

Why trying, caring, and showing up already sets you apart - and how to raise your own standards.

If you’re sitting around waiting for motivation to show up, it’s not going to.

I remember trying to stay awake in church, watching VeggieTales during religious ed, and eventually becoming one of those families that only went to church on Easter and Christmas.

We hear a lot about beginners starting their fitness journey. The excitement, the “newbie gains,” the big milestones that happen quickly. And we also hear about people who finally hit their goals. The transformation photos, the “after” moment, the celebrations.

But what no one really talks about is the middle part.

Just you wait until life gets “really hard.”

How tacos, trust, and a leap of faith changed everything.

I turned 31 this week and have picked up a few life lessons along the way.

"Happy birthday, Jan."
"...It's not my birthday."
"Oh. Thought we had the same one."
"Happy birthday, Michael."

– The Office

Some people call me inspiring. Some call me flaky.

Honestly? A little bit of everything.