Thoughts on the Final Day of my 20s

Tomorrow I turn 30. Thirty. Three oh. Three decades. One third(ish) of my life is behind me.

I'm running around like a crazy person on a mission for work, but I wanted to make sure I marked this moment. This is more for me than you, dear reader, so bear with me.

My 20s were incredible. I finished college and graduate school, got my first job and then several more, bought a house, got married, adopted a dog and traveled the world.

I discovered running.

I discovered I was a badass.

I found an iron core.

I became IronBitch.


I finished my first marathon, then went on to chip away at my marathon time, time and time again.

I also moved cross country ... twice.

I've loved, I've lost, I've gained, I've won, I've learned and I've grown.

Not all change is good, and it's never easy.

Tomorrow, I shall quietly fly back home and ease into bed, spending the afternoon napping and cuddling with my puppy.

Next weekend, I'm celebrating with my friends and reinventing myself. It's time for Kelly 3.0.