Today I begin a new chapter of life. My 30’s. I’m not scared or upset, I’m more amazed, hahah. How did thirty whole years of ME go by so fast?! It’s nuts to think about all that’s happened in life and what’s still ahead. In the spirit of a birthday, a new year, I’d like to reflect on my twenties.
First of all, thank you.
Thanks for the dang good time! And for the relationships (especially meeting and marrying my sweet Dustin!) and friendships (new and OG’s!), ALL the parties and festivals (I could go on forever about all the good times had at various houses, clubs, open fields, backyards!), the fashion “trends” (shout out to all those horrific outfits! some of which landed here…) the pets (especially Tater who experienced 6 years of my 20s) 8 of 9 of my tattoos, the rentals I made my home and making A T L my hometown and on a serious note strengthening my relationship with my mom and learning to be a survivor.
It wasn’t all parties and young freedom bliss. There were the real life lows. The very start as a twenty year old was rough. Lying in a hospital bed in Birmingham, Alabama with a newly put back together ankle and a torn ACL the ER failed to notice after a very bad car accident on highway 459. Not how anyone should spend a birthday (or regular day for that matter..)
But it was then I learned the real meaning of being tough. Leaving the hospital a survivor, returning to school in a wheelchair and beginning a long road to recovery was a hard lesson to handle. And I didn’t handle it well. Took some time being too wild, too selfish and not the best student but after a while, turned myself around. For all the lessons learned, I am grateful. All in all, twenties, you shaped me into the lady I am today and will be into my thirties.
Tonight we are having a big ole house party with a low country boil, friends and I hear fireworks may be in the mix – 30, LETS DO THIS!