I like the drama of that statement, as though everything will somehow change on Thursday.
I get that age is a state of mind, but thirty just sounds so adult.
Like it’s time to stop dreaming and start doing.
I know, it’s always time for that.
Ironically, I picked a pretty grown-up way to celebrate.
A house, close friends, dogs, and the ocean.
No dirty thirty or roaring twenties to go out with a bang.
However, it was perfectly me.
Quiet, peace, laughter and the sea.
Here’s to a new decade.