What Happens When You Stop Blacking Out and Start Showing Up

My Thirties Are for Me (and This Is Exciting)

Here’s the truth: I lost my twenties to drinking. To numbing. To shrinking myself to fit into spaces that weren’t made for me. I chased chaos and called it fun. I people-pleased until I didn’t know what I liked anymore. I had “a blast” and still ugly cried in bathroom stalls more times than I can count.

So no, I didn’t find myself in my twenties. I barely survived them.

But now I’m in my thirties. I’m sober. I’m awake. And I’m finally, finally, building a life that feels like mine.

And you know what? This is exciting.

Sobriety Isn’t Boring—It’s Electric

Let’s kill the myth that getting sober means life gets dull. For me, sobriety was the match that lit everything up. I stopped performing and started listening. That inner voice I used to drown in tequila? She's got things to say. And she’s kind of a badass.

This version of me makes art, runs a business, sets boundaries, wears platform sandals to the grocery store, and doesn’t apologize for crying or resting or taking up space.

This version of me built This is Exciting—because reclaiming your life deserves confetti and cuss words and dark humor printed on a sticker.

My Thirties = Reclamation Season

I didn’t come into my thirties with it all figured out. I came in with scars, therapy bills, and a sense of humor I earned the hard way. But I also came in ready.

Ready to stop abandoning myself for others’ comfort.
Ready to put joy at the top of the to-do list.
Ready to say “no” without explaining myself.
Ready to build a life that is both soft and strong and unapologetically weird.

I’m reclaiming everything—my time, my energy, my body, my voice, my weird little dreams.

This Is Exciting Isn’t Just a Shop—It’s a Survival Story with Glitter

This brand isn’t just cute things I make with my hands. It’s what happened when I finally stopped numbing and started creating. It’s a love letter to my inner child and a pep talk for anyone who’s ever felt like they were too much, too late, or too broken to begin again.

Spoiler alert: you’re not.

If you’re in your thirties (or anywhere in your timeline) and feel like you’re starting over—I see you. You're not behind. You’re just beginning, with more truth and tenacity than you had before.

This isn’t a second chance. This is your real life.
And trust me—this is exciting.