As much as I prayed, rubbed lamps and wished on stars, I couldn't make time stop. If time was going to continue on, that means I had to as well. So I embraced turning 30 with dignity, grace and enthusiasm. And by dignity I mean petty PMS girl moments, grace I mean immaturity, and enthusiasm as crippling depression. Okay, it wasn't that bad... but it was bad enough that I made a list of selfish accomplishments that I wanted to complete before the big day so if nothing else, I can say that I feel good about how much I was able to do in my 20's.
I can proudly share that I have done all the items off my list. I crossed the last one off my list this month when I traveled to 'someplace fabulous to celebrate my 30th birthday.' My friends and I hopped on a jet and flew down to the dirty south to ring in my dirty thirty. We spent 3 nights hanging out in NOLA for the French Quarter music festival which crossed off another bucket list item for me at the same time. The trip was filled with
|Logan and me at the river, listening to live jazz. |
We heard many talented musicians while we roamed the streets.
|I ate my weight in crawfish!|
|Some of the gang toasting to the weekend!|
|Seriously? Only my sweet husband|
would wear a shark costume for me.