This is 30.

My name is Rachel and tomorrow I will be 30.

I look like my mom and sometimes my Nonna. My signature has the same style "G" as my dad.

I have a dirty bathroom, and I don't really care.

I am surrounded by people who believe in me, far more than I have ever believed in myself.

My name is Rachel and tomorrow I will be 30.

I'm in a moment of near-change in my job. Change if I want it, consistency if I decide I don't - reward no matter which I pick.

I really, really need to get my passport renewed.

I am still shocked, pleased, and full of gratitude when people tell me they love the way I write.

My name is Rachel and tomorrow I will be 30.

I can't dress myself, except I know exactly which dresses will be flattering before I even try them on.

I still drink too much on weeknights, especially when the booze is free.

I sense that there is still at least one grand adventure left in my life.

My name is Rachel and tomorrow I will be 30.

I have a bestfriendboyfriend who continues to surprise me with my his capacity to love me and his sweet moves in the kitchen.

I am committing to a life of not checking my phone first thing in the morning. Starting tomorrow.

I really like going to bed before 10:00 p.m. when I can.

My name is Rachel and I have so much life left to live - I cannot wait to see what will happen in the next 30 years.