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So this is 30......

Okay so 80's babies (and some 90's kids) may remember this....

Remember in 1999 when everyone was so freaked out about y2K?

Everyone's parents started to freak out, buying up bottled water,canned goods and bullets(maybe that last one was just my dad,but you get my point).....

People really thought that the computers were going to shut down, the world would come to an end or whatever..

That's exactly how 30 is...... Sorry to ruin it kids.

For the past few months, I have been trying to wrap my mind around 30 and the possibilities around it.. Or what I think should be happening to me rather? Or what I believe I should be doing......

And then May 4th,2016 came around, much like December 31, 1999 , I went to bed that night not knowing what may happen at midnight...

So midnight came, and the world didn't come to an end... The computers didn't stop working... I didn't need bottle water, well not until the following day because all that tequilla had me super dehydrated....

I turned 30, went to work and enjoyed Cinco de Mayo happy hour margaritas and shots of Patron (and Curervo) with my loved ones .... That weekend, I had an amazing birthday dinner,spent time with my family and my love. I didn't party like it was 1999,because in 1999 I was like 13. I enjoyed every minute of the weekend,being surrounded by so much love,people driving hours to come,the gifts and cards.....It was just amazing

I guess the saying '30 is the new 20' is wrong, 30 is just that, 30. 

And I am totally here to embrace it .


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