Come March 15 I am turning 31. My husband made sure to remind me a week ago. The last moment that i exactly remember thinking about going 31 was last December, the day I gave birth to my son. I can't believe that it's march already. I feel like days and time are running too fast going after my retirement age.
Something tells me, since I am turning 31, that i must do some real serious change in my life or at least in my little head of mine to justify my "new" age. But when i think about it, i just couldn't think of anything. I think I did better planning my whole life when i was 18. I was so sure i will make it. I had a plan. Sixteen years later none of them happened so why plan all over again right? If there's a real cosmic coincidence, then I am thankful for it is good to me.
So no more planning, no more counting. I hate math. Thirty one here i come!
oxford wooden wedges: Urban Original
earrings: thank you Janis
ring: thank you tehteh abhie