The Perfect End.

So this is 30. I’m 30. Crap. I’m THIRTY. Insert shocked emoji here. June 14th was the day that the whole month of celebrations, surrounded. My twenties felt like I was on a fabulous carousel, moving whether I wanted to or not, making me a little dizzy (or a LOT), but it was damn fun and free. I got to choose my seat, but where it was going was out of my control. Like a kid in a candy shop, I was running around buying way too much sugar, having no self-control and spending it all on instant gratification. So, now that I’ve gotten off the carousel, what will 30 be like?

30 gets to be whatever I want! Sure, life will be more like controlled chaos but, i’ll take it! I finally feel like an adult. I’ve found my soulmate. I get to dress better (thank you LeTote!). I can afford good champagne. Work isn’t just work – it’s finally a career. It took me 30 years, but I think I finally have my makeup figured out. Travel is more than just a car with a full tank of gas. Kim Crawford Sauvignon Blanc is my soul sister. Day parties = bed at a reasonable hour. Coffee in the morning? Hello? I love you.

Life is good. Champagne makes it better.