Today I am 30 years old. As I write, I’m sitting in the the Frankfurt Airport in Germany. Halfway home from India. I went into my 30th year in the best of ways—- journeying through the most incredible experience with the most incredible people.
On my last day in India I squealed through tight alleys via rickshaw ride. I enjoyed lunch with flowers around my neck and in my hands. With teeth clenched together and a big fearful smile, I squealed harder than I thought I could, while Lisa and driver screamed happy birthday en route back to hotel on “india’s helicopter” an open ‘speedy’ tuk tuk—- on the highway— believe it or not, one of my favorite moments of the trip (and happy to have shared it with Lisa). I enjoyed a massage courtesy of one of the sweetest girlfriends I have. And I had an amazing last dinner with 12 other women who I wish I was still with right now. I departed for the hotel with an amazing new friend (vegan feasting in California here we come). And with happy tears in my eyes, I smiled SO big as our driver Rahul, pointed to the dark streets and proclaimed, “look there, an elephant. And that is why we call it ‘incredible india'”—- and it was in fact, incredible. Our first elephant sighting of the trip. Our last magical moment before arriving to the airport to make this 20+ journey home. The longest birthday of my life, my 30th. In twelve hours I will smothering my family with kisses, hugs, and colorful gifts. I’m on the slight verge of tears at the airport, but I am grateful. Grateful for all I have. Dear year thirty, I give you permission to continue being badass.
Thanks for being here— and thanks for following along on this old lady’s journey 😉