32.

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.