Thirty, Flirty, and Not Quite Thriving

Hey! I’m Bee. Think of me as your really cool older sister. Oh wait, I totally am a really cool oldest sister. I’m a lot of things in fact. A dreamer. A poet. A hot mess. A fiancé. A student. A friend. I have many titles and names, but just call me Bee. Welcome to Thirty, Flirty, and Not Quite Thriving—a corner of the internet for the almost-put-together girls, the late bloomers, the comeback kids, the quietly spiritual, the creatives, and anyone who has ever whispered “surely life gets better after this, right?”

Here, I share my stories—some tender, some savage, some still healing. The poems I wrote when I didn’t have the words for what I was feeling. The art that helped me survive. The advice I gathered the hard way, like thrifted wisdom that somehow fits perfectly once it’s yours.

I didn’t grow up with a roadmap. I learned resilience in places most people overlook. I rebuilt more times than is probably normal, and I discovered that thriving isn’t one big transformation—it’s a collection of small victories, ugly cries, spiritual breadcrumbs, and stubborn hope.

This space isn’t about perfection; it’s about process. It’s about being soft and strong at the same time. It’s about craving magic but laughing at the mess. It’s about finding beauty in the middle chapters nobody warns you about.

If you found yourself here, make yourself at home. Read a poem. Borrow a pep talk. Take what resonates and leave the rest for the next girl on her way to thriving—whatever that ends up looking like.