You’re only as old as you feel. I feel 16. I feel like I’m the same kid that stargazed in the snow on the side of a mountain with her best friend, until midnight, with a Yamaha Venture running board for a pillow and a husky-sheppard mix keeping watch.

Today I turned 30 years old. For a time I thought that today would be depressing. A major turning point. The point of comparison; me vs. the married with offspring.

I was wrong.

I feel today like I did yesterday, and the day before, and every day leading up to today. Age is just a number, and comparing your journey to another’s is completely arse-farmas as my pop would say. (It means backwards)

Much love,


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Mandy Joy Poole View All →

Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.

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