The Dirty Thirties

At some point in my early twenties, an older, wiser friend of mine told me that the thirties were the age to be, mainly because “by that point, you’re done with so much of the bullshit.”  I don’t why that spoke so clearly to me (probably because the early twenties are spent trying to decipher between what is bullshit and what is important), but ever since then I have looked forward to entering my thirties with great anticipation.   And now, I only have to look forward a few more weeks.

I have been working on a fun birthday present for all my blog readers that I hope will equal the vegan cookies giveaway.  I can’t tell you what it is yet, but I will reveal that it has given me reason to look back on all my photos from the last two years and chose my favorites.  I can’t think of a more enjoyable way to spend hours in these dark, cold winter nights.  I am grateful for all the memories I got to relive and for some of the old photos I resurrected, including this one from my trip to Utrecht with my mom, to visit my sister.

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One thought on “The Dirty Thirties

  1. bonniejean

    I just have to say, I totally love the duck itching its belly. THAT is one of my favorite pictures of yours! Oh yeah, and Go Thirty!

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