So it’s happening….
Holy shit, today is the last day of my 30s. This could be the worst post I’ve done ….well coz I’m tipsy. It is officially the last night of my 30s and I am rebelling, I am fighting against it. Time is a fucker, but it doesn’t stop. I am going into tomorrow wondering what life will hold. The reality is nothing different, hopefully the Husbandface I love will still be there.
I worry that I haven’t achieved enough, that I’m not enough.
This week I went for a colposcopy. Two days before my birthday…(.thanks Sexy-time Gods). Before this I couldn’t even entertain the idea of my birthday. I am DONE.. let’s celebrate getting our foofs looked at. Let’s celebrate dressing up, let’s celebrate STUFF!!!