30.

Ten years ago, I stumbled into the decade a rough, opinionated “know-it-all”-y, throws-up-every-time-she-drinks emotional bomb with great hair.

Today, I waltz out a polished, knows-nothing-but-herself-and-even-then-not-really, half-drink-max #stilldirty bombshell with great hair and badass nails. 

A year ago, I believed today would include a (vintage, filigree, solitaire) ring symbolizing forever. I chose a different ending to that story. 

Today instead included a (vintage-esque, simple, powerful) tattoo as a forever self-reminder to shine and see where the sentence takes me. I like this ending better.

So, goodbye 20s and 30s-that-could-have-been and hello shining-bright-30s-that-will-kick-ass.