Obviously I stopped being cute after this and my parents decided no more birthday photos.
When Carly and I were chatting earlier this week she asked “How do you feel about turning thirty? What do your thirties look like?”
I didn’t have to think much before I texted back “I’m excited. I don’t think a number means much. I’ve started to refine what I like and don’t like and become a bigger believer in doing what makes me happy. I just want to continue that. To continue to be thought of as a warm, welcoming, genuinely nice person. 30s will hopefully be full of open doors, optimism, hugs, and jet setting. Of independence and being proud of myself.”
I can only hope the next 10 years are full of all of those things.
Miss any of the birthday week blog-a-bration? Catch up on all the fun.