It is 30 days until my 30th birthday. As you might recall, a year ago I was horrified by this impending deadline day of my life and now I’m kind of excited about it. It’s a new decade, I’m employed, financially stable, more of a social butterfly than I’ve ever been before, happily single and enjoying it, confident, comfortable in my own skin, and thankful for all of the amazing blessings in my life. The rigid deadlines imposed by society (read: my family) that a woman of 30 should be married and making babies is just bullshit and I finally get it. Yes I want those things, but on my own terms, not by what the calendar says.

So, over the next 30 days I’m going to be giving my 20’s the proper send-off they deserve and preparing to embrace 30 with open arms and a bottle of champagne. My birthday is New Year’s Eve after all.

I”m kicking off day 30 of the countdown with not one, but two happy hours tonight, ‘cause that’s how I roll. What what!

Cheers!