in the week since i've written anything here, i celebrated turning 30, spent a wonderful weekend with family who drove out from philly, and traveled back east to spend some much-needed sister time.i can't even begin to express how good it was to be with tiffany and bethany. tiff now has two chemo treatments under her (tiny) belt, and even though it is an unimaginable nightmare, she is so strong. strong and beautiful: the woman can rock a boho head scarf like nobody's business:)
we're doing the race for the cure on may 9, and the team is called breastfix at tiffany's. my goal was to raise $800, and due to the incredible generosity of friends and family, i've already met my goal, above and beyond! if anyone is still inclined to give, would you please donate to tiffany, who is walking, too? check out her pledge page here.
in the midst of so many more important things, stressing about entering my thirties wasn't really on my radar. while 30 certainly sounds a lot older than 29, working with high school and college students has made me aware of the increasing age gap for a while now. plus, i've got two kids: the illusion of my eternal youth has been fading for quite some time;)
i should be embarassed to admit this, but i've been watching mtv's the real world on demand. (seriously, why?) the last time i watched i think i was in high school; it was the london season, and the cast members seemed grown up. (the oldest was maybe 22.) now it's a whole cast of straight up babies who haven't entered the workforce. they are children to me.
my sister bethany went out for a drink while she was here. bethany is just 24, and while she was carded, i was not. but really, who cares? i'm all for letting go of the insecurity of my twenties. let's hear it for wisdom and womanhood, quiet confidence, and maybe even homeownership.
...but not in the suburbs;)
photo: love is dope
