When you were growing up, did you ever have an "age" in mind that you felt your life would just be figured out by? Life would make sense. Everything in its place. The path you'd be on would be paved but exciting and full of turns and you knew where it was headed. For me, that age was 31. I'm not sure why I settled on it ultimately -- perhaps it was the age of a character in a book I had been reading at the time. Perhaps 30 felt like too even or round of a number. Perhaps as a 15 year old, 31 seemed so far off and so foreign and so, well, OLD.

Well, this past weekend I turned 31. And when I woke up, I don't know if I felt necessarily settled. Or like I had my life figured out. Heck, I don't even think I've gone grocery shopping in a while (I know, I know, failing hard at adulting here). But you know what I also realized? That I didn't really care. Because I had a long list of reasons in my head and my heart that made me realize it's all relative and I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. I had spent most of my 20s thinking I had to attain this level of far off achievement that I when I got to my 30s, it seemed only natural to keep it up. To keep pushing, sometimes at the risk of losing sight of what I had already accomplished for myself. So if for no one else, I'd like to say a few things to my 15-year-old self: 1. Life won't be figured out by 31. But you'll LOVE it just the same. 2. Never lose sight of how far you've come, even if it doesn't necessarily feel like it sometimes. 3. Go to bed earlier and drink more water. Your skin will thank me later.

Hope you all had a lovely, long weekend! Thanks so much for reading!

OUTFIT DETAILS: Sachin + Babi dress // Stuart Weitzman boots // Alexander McQueen jacket // Celine sunglasses // Furla bag

Photos by Lydia Hudgens