My Last Day In My 20s

screen-shot-2017-01-03-at-2-43-00-pmYes … sigh… that is me. At age 4 I want to say? Always in heels. You rarely ever caught me without heels on. I would literally walk into a strangers home and ask for a pair of heels. A lot hasn’t changed. I still love my heels. But you sure as fuck will never find me with my hand on my hip in a bathing suit today, that’s for damn sure.

And tomorrow, I turn 30. Holy shit.

I feel like I’ve spent these past 10 years growing, and changing. All of the tears, all the triumphs, all the hardships have made me more than ready to take a giant, refreshing leap into my 30s. 

Unlike some, I’m pumped for this new decade of life. Turning 30 and being single doesn’t classify you as an old bag, and it doesn’t mean you need to retire your single ass to the couch with your cats and start knitting until the cold breath of death approaches (although none of that sounds terrible)

In anticipation for my 30s to begin, I’ve become incredibly hungry. For life. For inspiration. For happiness. For success. I see this glittery, blurry light ahead and I just want to follow it. 

So for now I’m going to take a page out of Solange’s book. She recently turned 30 and reflected on all of the things that brought her to where she stands today. So I thought I should do the same. 

Who cares if my sister isn’t Beyonce. Everyone’s journey matters, and I’m so excited for you to come along and see what 30 brings me. 

Born January 4, 1987

Wore high heels everywhere 3-5 

Published for the first time 8

Felt extreme loss 12

Began training to be Britney Spears’ backup dancer 13

Realized life sucks in a strapless bra 16

Moved away and turned into a Hawk 18

Lived the life of a Devil Wears Prada intern 21

Started my career in advertising 22 

Gave birth to Life Sucks In A Strapless Bra 24

Interviewed by the Huffington Post (still … pinch me) 26

Got laid off, but got right back up 28

Just beginning to write my story… 30

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