…Flossing my teeth more. No, still not daily but anything has got to be better than the few days leading up to a cleaning, right?
…Doing the dishes every night. I hate doing dishes.
…Drinking coffee with less creamer. Turns out I really DO like the taste of coffee.
…Fixing my hair instead of just pulling it back wet. Thank you short cut.
…Guiltlessly Letting go of things, and garbage, I know I don’t have time to worry about. I’m looking at you, drama.
…Embracing and appreciating my close friends, near and far. But wishing the far was also near.
…Being more mindful of what I put into my body. Turns out Brussels sprouts are delicious.
I rang in thirty a few months ago but it was more about being able to throw a big awesome party rather than an actual celebration of my birthday. The dirty thirty white trash bash will live on in infamy– and #KatsWTB on instagram.
I know some people that make turning thirty this big, monumental, terrible thing. I’m just not that way. I didn’t stress about it. I love growing older. Life is pretty freaking amazing and it’s just going to continue getting better. Why not celebrate that?
Hey thirties, hey. Can’t wait to see what kind of awesome you hold.
And next year? Mark your calendars for the Dirty Thirty White Trash Bash, part DUH.