Another Year Older

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I’m typically not one to sit back and reflect on age, because let’s be honest – the only major age milestone I have hit so far in life was turning 21, and that was pretty damn exciting! Whenever the year changes in January is when I set my goals for the year and fill my to-list with step by step ways for reaching them. But here I am, just a few days after turning 29, and I’m filled with thoughts about the next year of my life and what turning 30 means to me.

Looking back, I’ve accomplished quite a lot this year. No, I’m not going to sit here and rattle off my accolades – because who gives a shit about what I’ve accomplished but me? But the lesson in becoming another year older is buried within those moments and how age shifts the way you think about certain things.


One of the biggest changes within myself has to do with fitness and being healthy, since this has been one of my biggest physical and emotional struggles my whole life so far. The want and need to get up and run and eat properly are 100% fueled by the need to have energy and be strong for my family. I want to be able to outrun Branden until I can’t possibly anymore, and I want to be able to run around with his children whenever he has them. Strong is truly the new sexy, and I get satisfaction out of pushing my body to new limits and hit goals I have set for myself. That number on the scale? It doesn’t matter anymore. Crossing the finish line whenever I go running multiple times a week, that matters to me.

There are plenty of things that I want to achieve before I turn 30 and into my early 30s, like making Branden a big brother and moving out of the city – yes, 2 huge milestones that my husband and I are working ferociously towards. They will both happen on their own time and whenever the universe is ready.

At the end of the day my heart is full, and that’s truly the most important thing to me. Dealing with anxiety through much of my teenage and college years, I could always tell if I was feeling like everything was right in my world if I was able to sleep well at night while falling asleep without much effort – as I do now. Do I have the “perfect” life that I envisioned as a child? I have a life that is perfect for me, and I’m excited about what’s to come during my next birthday celebration.

How has getting older changed you?

Fashionably Yours,


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