My name is Lesley, and only three months separate me from my thirties. For some reason the idea of entering this decade is enough to give me a panic attack. In my mind once you turn 30 you're "officially" an adult. No more excuses or waffling about like you did in your 20s. But for me, an artistic dreamer with a need to roam and a fear of living a dull life, I'm not quite ready to give up my waffling days just yet.
So I've decided to embrace this third-life crisis I seem to be in the middle of and make the most of the next 90 days. I'm going to be doing things that freak me out, seeking out new experiences and attempting to find the inspiration and motivation I need to enter my 30th year with confidence and grace.
I don't know where I'll end up, but I'm glad you've decided to join me. Let's see where this adventure takes us...