growing up.

One month from today is my 30th birthday.

With everything that statement entails, I’ve been trying to figure out how to embrace this fact instead of dreading it. Two ideas have stood out. First, Andrew suggested that I journal for this next month. Something private, just for me.

I like this idea a lot. Not because I’m a writer, but because writing definitely helps me think through things. And, in a nutshell, I need to figure out how to deal with growing up.

Second, I’m considering a #30daysuntil30 Instagram series of what life looks like at the moment. I like the idea of daily(?) snapshots and the challenge to find something beautiful to appreciate in every day — even the mundane ones.

I want to be grateful for my life just the way it is, and stop focusing on all the ways I thought I’d have it all together by now.


Here’s to the last month of my twenties.