I (somewhat) recently turned 30.
And by all accounts, my second decade in life was pretty good.
I graduated from college, got my heart broken, went to graduate school, had a giant quarter life crisis, founded a business, got people to sign up for said business, struggled tremendously to get more people to sign up for said business, found a bit of a rhythm, discovered my passion for writing, wrote a book, met a cute boy, moved across the country with cute boy, got married to cute boy, got
even cuter exotic cats (yes, I am an apparent cat person, yes, I am allergic, yes, they look like little leopards, yes – it’s bizarre), bought our first place, redid the place because it was a pile of junk, and had lots of amazing and shitty experiences along the way. Read More