You guessed it… I’m officially 30!
On this day in 1988, my beautiful Mom gave birth to the craziest child of all time. Mom and Dad, I’m still so sorry you had to deal with me. I’d like to think I’ve made up for it in the past couple of years, but for all of the teenage drama, epic breakdowns, crazy break ups, drunk dials and life changes, I can’t thank you enough. I wouldn’t be me without you telling me to get my act together. In fact, I think I’m still trying.
On this 30th birthday I can’t help but reflect on the past 3 decades. I will admit that my late teens and early 20’s were the hardest years of my life. I experienced so much during such a vulnerable age, that I think I learned to pick myself up by the bootstraps and keep going. Even when I felt like I couldn’t, I did.
The later part of my 20s I set out on my biggest adventure to New York City, and I met the love of my life. I can’t be mad at my 20s entirely, because I owe it to 27 for figuring out how to handle some really tough shit, and allowing myself to fall in love. So cheers 27 year old me, I really appreciate you.
Looking ahead, I’m dedicating this next decade to truly defining who I am as a woman. I want to explore, learn, grow, love, change, and accept all of the curve balls that come my way. I feel like now more than ever, I’m ready.
I hope that year 30 brings me so much, but at the same time so very little. All I want is happiness, love, a strong family, a good job, a true STABLE GENIUS PRESIDENT, and good health for my loved ones. Forget the clothes, the shoes, the make up and Instagram, all I want is to live a life full of happiness. Year 30, I’m about to make you the BEST YEAR YET!
(Full disclosure, this balloon photo shoot was a total b*tch / epic fail. The wind was strong, the balloons hated it, I had RBF, and here’s the result. Sometimes you win, sometimes you don’t.)