It turns out a part of me died the second I turned 30.. the cognitive part of my tired brain that happens to store my wordpress password.
Also, I was blissfully living the life of a bum.
Oh sure I could easily recount the average time spent: cuddling, scoffing buckwheat pancakes, studying David Regelin videos, bookmarking ankle boots, self medicating with echinacea drops and planning holiday menu’s- there will be a fine selection of nuts and fancy water, this much I know!
But I was told not to.
So I won’t ok, I WON’T!