Mandy Hale
Y’all, I’m tired.
Twelve months ago, I was broken.
I had an interesting conversation with someone recently regarding “forever people.”
Forty, for me, always loomed sort of big and scary on the horizon. I remember celebrating my 29th birthday over a decade ago and putting “Come help me celebrate my last year in my 20s!” on the invitation. As though 30 was so old. All during my 29th year, I had major anxiety about trading the “2” in…
