I feel uniquely qualified to write this blog, and not just because I just finished watching Dirty Dancing for the 7,294th time. And actually, I lied. Not about Dirty Dancing - I would never do that - but about being uniquely qualified. I'm no more qualified to write this than my neighbor, or my mom, or that guy walking his dog in front of my window, or you.
Read MoreSo maybe I had a stage five freakout at the stroke of my thirtieth birthday, but after the swollen eyes and hysteria subsided, I was actually rather okay about leaving my 20s behind in the dusty cloud of uncertainty that they were. I had just gotten married and it seemed life was kind of coming together, not that I ever needed it to, but it was a nice surprise. I mean, for a surprise. Cus, eew.
Read MoreI was never the girl who had grand dreams about my wedding. There was that brief time in my early twenties where I was obsessed with bridal magazines, but judging by the accordion folders full of invitation samples, I think it was just more of an obsession with stationary. And markedly, the start of my fascination with fonts.
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