Aww. That cute little hairy peanut just happens to be me. Probably one of the first pictures ever taken of me, 30-that's right- 30 years ago.
Gotta tell ya, I'm not really too bent outta shape about it. Maybe that's because 30 is still young (it IS, right?). Maybe it's because I feel content with where my life is. Maybe it's because I'm surrounded with awesome examples of women, living good lives, at every age.
At 20 I was just plain terrified... of everything. At 40 maybe I'll be that burned out lady with bed head, sensible shoes, and unflattering jeans. But right here in the middle, at 30: I'm beyond thankful... for everything. xoxo
