i’m sure 2013 felt like light-years away when my parents said hello to me for the first time in 1983. and yet, here we are. it’s my thirtieth birthday. it’s definitely a big one, but i’m excited. everyone around me says that the 30’s are the best. while there’s a part of me that just can’t believe that’s true, i don’t doubt them because i can honestly say that life has gotten exponentially better with each passing year. insecurities shrink, relationships strengthen, careers get more fulfilling, and the person you want to be + life you want to live gets more in focus each day. it’s a good feeling.
for the past month, i’ve been chatting with danny a lot about my twenties. there’s definitely a part of me that’s a little weirded out that my textbook “youth” is over, but i can honestly say that i maximized the last 10 years – no regrets* (*well, maybe a few but that’s to be expected from a grade A dweller). it’s quite overwhelming to reflect about the last decade as a whole, almost impossible. i get emotional thinking about the friendships, family, firsts, major milestones, mistakes and all the forgotten memories in-between. without one iota of doubt, it’s all blended into the me i am today. as i’ve reflected, i keep coming back to how thankful i am for the balance danny’s helped me with: working & playing. saving & spending. managing marriage and friendships. explorer & homebody. learning & letting go. wanting vs. needing. growing up but staying young.
alright, it’s time to tie a pretty pink bow around my 20’s and put that decade up on the memory shelf.
it was the best one yet.
smell ya, twenties. it’s been real.
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(the best part? nothing really changes today, right?)
