image Yesterday I turned 30. I know I’m supposed to laugh nervously and say, “Oooh scary!” But I’m not scared. Or joke about it being the somethingth anniversary of my 21st or mumble my age like I’m embarrassed. But I’m not embarrassed. I’m excited. The 30 year old me is a better me. A wiser me. A stronger me. I have a looooong way to go and I hope I keep learning, changing and improving for the rest of my (hopefully) long life, but I have never felt as sure of myself in my life as I do in present day. I feel like I can welcome my 30s feeling more…
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Happy.
pic As I wake (far too early) this morning, after a crazy Christmas period (did I mention there’s also a family wedding today??), I am smiling because of something the Little Mister has started to do. He has learnt the word “happy”. It came out of nowhere a couple of days ago when he pointed out a couple of characters in a book who were smiling. I asked him to show me a happy face and he gave me the most hilarious, exaggerated, gorgeous grin. His eyes wide and his mouth turned up. I thought it was so cute, but thought not much more of it. All he’d done is…
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My favourite (recent) photo of me.
I love photos. I love taking them and I don’t mind being in them, as long as I look alright-ish. I just think there’s no better way to collect your memories. I love capturing the most candid moments and there’s nothing better than reminiscing over happy times. I have so many favourite photos, but this is my favourite recent photo of myself. It was taken at the music festival I attended last weekend. My best friend (and the day’s partner in crime) took it. I always feel uncomfortable asking for someone to take a photo of me, because I don’t want to seem vain, but I knew she would understand.…