This photo was taken 4 days after my 32 birthday.
Hubby and I had gone with some friends to a Speakeasy party at one of our favorite local haunts downtown. I've been in my "thirties" for 2 years now, but I don't think I really understood what that meant to me before.
I'm growing up.
And all of my goals in life are growing up with me, whether I have made time for them or not. Each year on January 1 I seem to set goals that get some attention, and life moves a little forward, and things keep going with the status quo. That doesn't mean that I am unhappy with my life. I'm not. I just want to take a more active part in it.
I want to make things happen.
I want to go to Speakeasy parties and dress up.
I want to tell people how much they mean to me, regularly.
I want to paint as often as humanly possible.
I want to actually make some of the things I see on Pinterest.
I want to be more responsible with our finances.
I want to chronicle my life in ways that are meaningful.
I want to nourish my relationships.
I want to eat more vegetables.
I want to get out in the world and have active adventures.
I want to stop saying "someday" and find ways to make things happen today.
I want to plant things with my own two hands and watch things grow in the dirt.
I want to manage my time to make each moment meaningful.
I want to stop being afraid of failure.
32.... bring it on.
