I think that the 30s are a weird time. To me anyways, it seems like the point where dreams start to become reality- some hopes fade away. Insecurities come back around, but in a way where they aren't as dramatic as they were in my 20's. Things that bring me joy are much more simple. A clean house, a good song on pandora, the smell of a new candle, making a good meal, breathtaking sunsets, a coffee date with a friend, a good hike (oh that sweet mountain air!) or finding a new show to watch with my husband. The most simple, silly and oh so fulfilling things that I wouldn't trade for anything. I'd never give up those young mistakes I made that got me here, but getting lost was always the fun part anyways right?