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We’ve returned safely from Philadelphia! Travel takes a lot of out of me, so this will be a quick and lazy post. I’ll share about my trip soon, though, I promise. Right now I just need to watch King of the Hill and eat chicken wings.

Thanks for your reading and love. These last two weeks have made me feel incredibly fortunate. I know so many good, kind, generous people.

I am maybe a little bit obsessed with this time of year. Sparks at my fingertips.

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While in Philly, I visited the LUSH spa and purchased a huge bar of Fairy Ring soap. It’s perfect. And yes, I will tell you all about it. Chicken wings, first, friends.

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Hi, friends.  

I’m thirty. That was my weekend. I’m pretty alright.

Tomorrow Timothy and I are off to Philadelphia. He has television to make, but I am definitely just on vacation.

Plans: Village Whiskey, LUSH spa, Mütter Museum

I hope you have a good week! I’ll be back on Friday!

 

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It’s almost my birthday week! Hooray! I’ve been feeling like a bit of a sad sack about the whole thing, despite my best efforts. Talk about your highs and lows, I guess. Yesterday was a rather crushing low, but today I’m on the up-swing. On a scale of 1 to 10 (which is not actually a large enough scale for this kind of thing at all), I’m somewhere around a 5? A slight step above “okay,” which I would consider acceptable. I’m eating lunch and getting things done and enjoying my book. Yesterday was an hour-by-hour struggle for survival. That sounds really dramatic, but that’s honestly how it felt.

I do think it’s going to be a good year. In the end, that does depend entirely on me. It’s my attitude and my actions that are going to make it. I may need to be slightly more accepting of help from those who are not within my tiny circle.

Timothy and I were talking on the phone about reinventing of self. I don’t know how I feel about reinventing. I do, however, like the idea of revisiting and refreshing. I am currently musing over goals for my next year on this planet. Tomorrow I need to buckle down and compose some scholarly e-mails, but tonight I’m simply appreciating the fact that the future currently exists, and that there’s a place for me in it. Like, tomorrow I will be able to write e-mails I don’t want to write! That’s pretty incredible.

So, I turn 30 in like… two weeks. Cool. I had wanted to write a “Thirty Before 30” recap, but I’ve come to believe that the whole magic number bucket list concept is maybe kiiind of ageist. While I originally thought it was a fun idea (which I blame entirely on the young, hip upper-middle class blogging community), I now have a sneaking suspicion that the list implies that these things will be somehow be less fun or meaningful after turning 30. As if once you exit your twenties you are no longer a vibrant, adventurous, or useful person. 30 is somehow the new dead.

Right, what?

I have one life in front of me, a limited few years, during which I would like to experience so many things. Many of these I will never get to experience, either before or after turning 30.

I guess that was a little depressing? And, negative. Sorry. I don’t mean it that way. I really don’t think there’s anything wrong with prioritizing, but sometimes life just happens. And I’m sure a lot of people will read this post as a cop-out. We make choices that don’t always lead us to a place where we accomplish our goals in a timely manner, or at all. I don’t want my life to be a checklist. ‘X’ the boxes, check, check, then it’s done. I don’t want to feel sad that I didn’t accomplish a, b, and c, when maybe instead I chose d, j, and l. Or whatever. I want to take full responsibility for both my action and inaction. My list is fluid, and always on the table.

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I am looking forward to turning 30. I am thankful I have survived. People have said that I am fragile (ps that is a really insulting label for a human being), and while I may be sensitive, that does not equate to fragility. I may not be a take-it-all-while-she-can powerhouse, but that’s just not my personality; I don’t want to be that person, and that certainly doesn’t mean I’m fragile. Fragile people are breakable.

Sensitive people sometimes have debilitating anxiety and depression. Sometimes we get caught up in putting the needs of others before our own. Sometimes we feel like breaking, but we power through. We become a little stronger. We realize the things we want are, after all, important. We recover. We may heal slowly, but we do not break.

We hike The Great Wall. We swim with sea turtles in the Caribbean. We climb mountains, read books, try new foods. We attend graduate school at Harvard. We stay in pajamas until 2:00 in the afternoon.

We turn goddamned thirty. And hopefully eighty. I like to think my chances of survival are pretty high.

T minus 12 days.

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We’re going to call this a bit of an early birthday wishlist. Of course, most of my Friday Favorites are more wishful than anything else. It seems that my brain has gotten used to the fact that it’s fall, so I’m okay with embracing the weather and the mood. It really does suit me a little better, anyway. I bet you can tell by the buffalo plaid and the whiskey that I am definitely there.

I am looking forward to wool layers and proper adult beverages.

I am uncertain as to what I am doing with my hair.

Truths.

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That new Seibei tee steals the show. I can’t even handle it. PS. It is already mine.

 

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