Thirty Is The New…
Thirty is the new twenty or the new black or the new whatever. The point of the matter is, in a few short weeks, I'm going to be 30. THIRTY. No longer in my twenties, like a real, live, grown-ass woman.
Today Amy! had the most brilliant idea for a party them which I am withholding for the time being because good grief it is just so amazing I can't wait for you to see the pictures if it all goes according to plan (oh, and it better because it's my party damnit!).
I'm not scared or nervous about 30 at all, I'm actually embracing it. I feel like 30 is a chance to pull a Madonna and re-invent myself. I want to be me, but better. Me 2.0. Come on 30, show me what you got.