The Last Day
Yesterday I was asked “Are you a dirty thirty or a flirty thirty?” while I was cutting a beautiful Mirabelle’s cake given to me by my newsroom colleagues at the Burlington Free Press. I paused because I realized I didn’t have a big blowout birthday party, I wasn’t splashing
martinis Manhattans late night and I didn’t wake up with a hangover, instead I went to the woods. This was the way I wanted to celebrate the last day of my twenties and thankfully a beautiful snowstorm decided to blanket one of my favorite spots with snow. Any chance I can get to get outside and get quiet is an absolute gift. Maybe I am ready for my 30’s?