Today I turn 30.

That magical age when you’re supposed to “know who you are” , but in reality, you just know exactly which foods will give you heartburn and how to cancel plans without offending anyone.

30 means I officially want gifts,

but even more I want peace, silence, good coffee, and no whining nearby.

I’m starting to treasure not loud parties, but the quiet joy of going to bed early with a cat on my chest and the feeling that I’m no longer who I was and that’s a good thing.

I’m not afraid of age.

I’m more surprised by how fast everything moves.

But with that speed comes something deeper: a sharper sense of humor, more gratitude, and a quiet understanding that I don’t need to be perfect I just need to be real.

If you’d like to support me, here’s my wishlist

https://mywishlist.online/w/ldwxvk/valeryias-wishlist
(link in bio)

Yes, there are some weird things on there (Panama hat and magazines for collages have already been given, thank you, guys) but there’s also a link to a donation to the shelter 🐱🐶

If you’ve been meaning to do something kind for a while — this is a great chance. 💕

Thank you for being here.

And thank me, for everything you’ve survived, created, and held on to.

Happy birthday to me! you did it! And the best is still ahead 🥳