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.

Cheers,

Emily