I’m Tara. I’m an Indiana girl who’s also lived in a handful of other great places, including 11 moves in the last 11 years — sometimes to fun, new cities but also into my parents’ basement. My life story is full of stops and starts that have led me to where I am today: still not sure what the f is going on most of the time.
When I turned 30, I started this blog to chronicle all of the awkward situations I found myself in, which seemed to be very specific to a person of my exact demographic. I figured people might get a kick out of the variety of this-could-only-happen-to-me encounters.
But more than that, I knew I wanted to use this space to connect with people by sharing some of my most challenging experiences. I’ve realized that my struggles are very different from those of my friends who are married (most with kids) and from those who are significantly younger. There’s some kind of expectation or self-imposed pressure or something, especially in traditional Christian circles, that your 20s are the time of your life when you become a wife and a mom and everything magically gets figured out.
But when 29 came and went — and now at 35 — that’s not the way things panned out for me.
I simultaneously celebrate and struggle with my stage of life on a regular basis, but I’ve realized that I’m not alone. When the job doesn’t work out or your car breaks down for the hundredth time or you get your heart broken into a thousand pieces or you have to move back in with your parents, the doubts start to creep in and make a home where there once was confidence. Sometimes life is lonely. A lot of times life is just hard.
That’s the stuff I want to talk about. Because for every triumph, there are dozens of trials we’re afraid to share with the world. And I think we owe it to ourselves to share the whole story, not just the good parts. (But also the good parts!)
Thanks for coming on this journey with me, friend.
