Turning 30. Look, I have no desire to be some cliché female who can't bear the thought of aging. I've had gray hairs since the days I was an overly anxious child in grade school. I have some lines on my face, what can you do? I don't take care of my skin the way I should. I'm under 5 foot and still kind of dress like a teenager, so I'm sometimes mistaken for a kid. All of that is just part of life I think. My fear with turning 30, hitting this milestone, is less about my physicality and more about the expectations that I have for myself. I'm still very much trying to figure out what it is that I'm doing with my life. I don't have a clear path yet and I feel like that is more socially acceptable in your twenties. Once you're in your thirties, it holds a different weight. But I have to get over it. I'm 30, unsure about most things in my life, and not close to figuring any of it out just yet. If I can learn to embrace uncertainty I'll be able to enjoy everything more.
I had to include a photo from the crazy, fun party that my friends threw me the day after my birthday. It had an 80's inspired backdrop for picture taking with faux polaroid frames to use, a GIGANTIC portrait of me constructed out of a lot of copy paper, a birthday cake that looked exactly like the instagram app and a corridor of streamers. It was perfection and made it impossible not to feel super pumped about celebrating my new number.
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