Brave Leaps into the Wild Unknown

Dudes, I'm 30 today! 30 feels a lot different than 20, lemme tell you.

24 was sobriety. 25 was g'bye smoking days. 26 was yoga teacher training, running, working out and feeding my body with whole, real foods. 27 was just a whole lot of ovulating, if we're being honest. Total catharsis, shedding, wild emotion.

28 and 29 were the happiest fucking years of my life. Pure sunshine bliss. Daily ocean adventures, paddleboarding, moving into my beach casita, spending my days in a hammock, living the tropical dream. Giving myself permission to live life on my own terms.

In between, there was what felt like a lifetime of self growth, bloody stumbles, moving through pain, deep sisterhoods, tuning into myself, experimentation and revolutionary life experiences. Woah, outrageous what can happen in a decade!

30 is coming home to myself. Big news, I'm packing up and moving to Central America at the end of the month! Holy shit, right? It took me a decade to get grounded and feel like I wasn't constantly chasing something "more."

These past few years, I've learned to cultivate courageous, explosive, radical happiness in the simplicity of daily life. That's what it's all fucking about, right? So, now that I have everything I've ever wanted, it's time to get uncomfortable, explore new chapters and lead with my whole heart.Cheers to celebrating life exactly how it is, and cheers to taking massive leaps into the wild unknown. Ready for you, 30.