It’s hard to imagine that today marks my 30th year on this planet. When I really stop and think about it for long, it seems surreal. The other day when I was reflecting (ok, maybe panicking), I said to Karl that I didn’t think I accomplished much in the last 30 years. Fortunately in my state of panic, he reminded me otherwise. Perhaps it was the “I didn’t even write a before I turn 30 bucket list” or the “I’m getting married and I haven’t figured out my life yet” or the “by the time my mom was 30, she had 3 kids” talking. Could be a combination of all three, really? But when I look back on my last 30 years, I feel so fortunate and happy. So maybe I have never gone to Europe or have three kids like my mom did or have a permanent place to call my own yet, but I do know that I am surrounded by wonderful people in my life–who give me more than a brownstone ever could. (ok, maybe that last part is questionable :))

I have BIG dreams for this life of mine. And I feel so lucky that I don’t have to do it alone.

Bring it, 30. I’m ready for ya. First stop…