Friends, I have a confession to make; on Sunday, October 29, 2017, I will officially leave my twenties and enter into an entirely new decade. Thirty.
Thirty. It’s hard to say and it was even harder to accept. Milestone birthdays can be dangerous. They cause questions like, who am I? What have I done with my life? Where am I going and why am I here? They can also allow insecurities to run amuck. I’ll be honest, I’ve spent the last year working my way through all the stages of grief; denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and now, finally, acceptance.
Acceptance because what other choice do I have? But, more importantly, because these past thirty years have taught me that when something gets scary, you have to lean into it. Hard.
When I finally decided to own this “thirty thing”, not only did I plan three weeks of birthday celebration (I’m currently writing this from my hotel room in Las Vegas), but I also enlisted the Jamie Buckley of Jamie Buckley Photography to assist me in getting older by documenting my own adult cake smash.
I met with Jamie in the park during golden hour with birthday décor, an ostentatious pink cake, a sequined dress, bottle of cheap champagne, and flower crown and what came of it was pure magic. In retrospect, I suppose there’s some symbolism to be had with plunging one’s hands into a cake in the name of bravely facing a new year. Symbolic or not, it felt good.
And so the time has come to say goodbye to my twenties, but with hope and optimism for this next chapter in life. Here's to a new decade, a new outlook, and many new adventures. In the words of Frank Lloyd Wright,
"The longer I live the more beautiful life becomes."