Wednesday, June 13, 2018

the last year of my twenties

I feel so lucky that I got to celebrate my 29th birthday in Martha's Vineyard. It was a weekend filled with beach-combing, biking, hiking, lighthouses, lobster, time with my husband, and all the pink rhododendrons.
 Twenty-nine honestly feels like such a monumental year as I approach the end of my twenties...the end of a decade. I thought I would dread this age, but instead I'm looking forward to it. I may have picked up a few extra pounds and a few bad habits in my twenties. But more than anything, I've picked up the best experiences. I traveled the world. I found the best cutest sweetest pup that a girl could ask for to call my own. I hiked all the miles and camped in the best places. I found the love of my life and was lucky enough to marry him. I earned a B.S. in Biology and am so close to earning my doctorate degree and achieving my life-long goal of becoming a dentist. I've been selfish and made my twenties all about me. I gave myself a whole decade to do nothing, but accomplish my dreams. So I'm very much looking forward to this last year of my twenties and all of the adventures that it will bring before this next stage of life. Happy Birthday to Me! 

1 comment:

  1. Everything about this post screams happiness. I'm so happy you're living your best life, and I'm so happy to know you through this blogisphere. Here's to the last year of your 20s and many more!