TWO WEEKS! FOURTEEN DAYS! SO CLOSE!!!!!
By 30, you should KNOW:
How to live alone, even if you don’t like to.
I moved out of my parent’s house when I was 24 (actually the week before my 25th birthday). I wanted my own place. I wanted to live without anyone else, no roommates, no sharing, just me in my own space. I’ve come to appreciate living alone and I appreciate that I may not be the easiest person to live with. And I know that unless my circumstances drastically change…the next time I live with someone they’ll be stuck with me forever. ;o)
How to take control of your own birthday.
I’ll admit I usually don’t make a big deal about my birthday. I want a little cake and maybe a song, but I haven’t asked for a party in a very long time. This year I wanted a party, a big celebration with family and friends. It's just not meant to be this year. I'm upset, but I'll live, I'll have other birthdays and if this countdown has proved anything…I’m excited for my 30th birthday and what lies ahead. I took the day off work and I'm spoiling myself with a fancy pedicure and manicure at a local spa.
That you can’t change the length of your calves, the width of your hips or the nature of your parents.
Psht I wouldn't want to change ... good things come in small packages! While growing up with hips wasn't the most fun, I've come to embrace and love my curves. And my parents, they are my parents, I love them. You know what they say...insanity is hereditary...