Dirty Thirty

When it hit me this year that I was turning the big three-oh, I felt like I had to do something big. There were talks of Vegas, then maybe a little time away in a cabin on a lake, or even just a weekend in Milwaukee. As time grew closer and real life settled in around incomplete plans, I realized that the where didn't matter.

What matters is that I'm spending my birthday with a man I am very much in love with, who has turned into my best friend. There was a time that I never thought my best friend could also be the one I'm in love with, that they would always be separate entities. I like how life can really say, "In your face, you were way off on this one."

I wish I could see all of my friends within this 24 hours, but the world doesn't spin around me like I like to wish. Accepting that I am not a priority to others is kind of a punch in the stomach, but also a fair and realistic one. To put it bluntly, no one should have their heads up my ass. It's about being equal, not who can ass kiss the other the most. /end butt talk.

So yeah. I'm thirty. I'm happy, living life my way, and being an adult that stands on her own two feet.

Take Two.

I've tried this before, and lose interest in mere months. More often than not, I got too wrapped up in trying to to write about bullshit like drama or trying to appease a friendship.

I've moved, so my blog should too.

2013 (and turning 30 on March 16th) is getting back to what I love, what I strive for, and what makes my life just that, mine. Strong friendships, an amazing boyfriend, and my little dog that rules my Instagram.

Will there be adventures in cemetery exploring? Oh, oh yes. This time Rudy will probably get to come along on the day adventures to make things that much more aesthetically pleasing. Because really, who doesn't love a cute wiener dog?