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As I am writing this, I officially have 94 days,10 hours,39 minutes and 39...38.. seconds until my 30th birthday...

But who is counting?

Like a lot of millennial women I suffer from an internal 'thing' about turning 30,my place in life,career,etc... The days of invites for evenings at clubs and bars are slowly starting to be replaced with group chats of wedding/baby shower registries or themes for showers and evenings out are carefully planned around careers and needs for sitters....Which isn't a bad thing.

Crazy... Ain't it?

As my childhood friends enter their 30's with babies, husbands and mortgages, where does that leave me? I am (legally) single with no children, a pretty descent job, writing in a dark room during a Law and Order marathon, thinking about finishing off a bottle of wine from the other day.........

Judge your mother on that last part....

But I can't complain about my life.I have a pretty good job that could be a career if I really want it to be, a degree, super cute niece,great family/friends,a what may be promising romantic relationship....I remember when I didn't have any of this... So I really have no reason to complain.

But 30 is still scary...

Like it seriously is,I really thought by now I would be a business owner,or overseas working,who had little time for romance and children..... I have accepted the fact that I am not in the place that I thought I would be at this point, but so damn proud of what I have accomplished in lieu of it all. With all the change I got to admit 30, has been heavy on the brain.... I had to to think of something special to do to celebrate making, because I know so many who haven't.....I've been blessed enough to do trips, parties and dinners, and there is always time for those things..... But I needed something super meaningful to celebrate..... So I started thinking,and was inspired by someone at work.....

 I challenged myself to doing 30 things in the days leading up to May 5,2016 to benefit not only me,but those around me and most importantly future Ash......
 I always tell others that things don't just happen you have to work to make them happen...

So its time to put in the work. 

Rest in Peace..
Danielle Washington, D'Angela McLaurin, April Kennibrew, 'Jayla' Rodgers
All beautiful spirits who never made 30 


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