Today is my 29th birthday. yikes.
I only have one more of these left until 30, which is mind blowing to me. Thirty years is a long time. Like last year, I feel like I should be able to put together a touching, thought provoking post about being in the last year of my twenties. But I got nothing. Not even a listicle of things I’m younger than to make myself feel better.
I made a promise to myself at the beginning of the year that I would start to say yes to things that I might have said no to. Interestingly enough, I haven’t written about any of them yet, but rest assured that I have stepped out of my comfort zone a few times and that I will write about some of those steps soon. Maybe even in my next post. #hint.
I can’t wait to see what the next year throws at me. I know what I hope it throws at me – and that’s a chance meeting with Harry Styles where we fall madly in love. Or maybe a few Sephora gift cards. Whichever.