The Big 3-7

{Wearing: Style Mafia dress. Necklace: KoreShoes: BCBG. Photographed by Milly Jane Harris.}

How in the hell did I get to 37? I have zero clue how it happened. But it did. The older people get the more they tend to throw life advice at you, so as an elder stateswoman (but seriously I think internally I’m about 22), here’s my sage wisdom I’m going to share whether you like it or not (because that’s what old people do):

Be happy: It really is that simple. Do what makes you happy. Be with people who make you happy. Enjoy. Live. Love. I know that sounds like some graphic tee at your local inspiration depot, but I’ve lived two sides of life thus far and the one where I’ve allowed myself to be happy feels that much better. Try it on. Walk around in it. See how it feels. Trust me.

Dig up old music that you haven’t listened to in years: The memories that come with it are amazing. (Think middle school dance with ’80s hair and some boy’s sweaty tween hands around your waist while you keep basketball space between you a la chaperone law.) It’s worth at least a good laugh or two.

Do something every day that scares you: I’m not talking about jumping out of a plane or charming snakes (although dating in Miami kind of feels a lot like that last one). I’m talking about stepping outside of your comfort zone as often as you can. It does this amazing thing: It forces you to grow.

Dance: When the music finds its way inside of you, just dance, like no one is watching. (OK that’s a lie. You don’t want to look like Thom Yorke in that video. So, like someone is watching. Yeah.)

Let go: I got all wrapped up in this a few posts ago. If you’re constantly trying to navigate the main road, you may miss the best things on the scenic route.

Celebrate your birthday like it’s your last day on earth: I’ll get back to you on that one tomorrow.

By the way, kid shot these pics for me. She’s four days away from being 7 and she managed to catch the light. #proudmamamoment