Three Decades Strong (& Vulnerable)

Thirty. A year to wash my hands, pronounce myself clean, and finally – get on with living. Enter: vulnerability. Always never feeling adequate. Do the doves feel this? I wish I knew. I didn’t know much about turning thirty before I did. Life does surprise. At 29, one of my single greatest self-discoveries occurred whileContinue reading “Three Decades Strong (& Vulnerable)”