Hi! I’m Brittany, a thirty-something-year-old comedic writer wannabe trying to figure out how to be an adult.
When I turned 30, I realized that many of the influencers in my peer group seemed to have it all together. Yet, here I was, YouTubing how to fold a fitted sheet, hitting snooze five times and still running late for work and still unable to walk in high heels. How did they make the day-to-day hustle seem so flawless?
After much debate and encouragement from others, I started Bluegrass Cactus. This blog is an attempt to provide an unfiltered approach to Life in Your 30s; by unfiltered, I mean inappropriate and with a few swear words here and there. Sorry, Mom.
Along this journey, I want to highlight remarkable people and their unique approach to life in their 30s. My goal is to show that this milestone in life is to be celebrated and there is no “one size fits all” approach. Also, I want to ensure readers that no one has their shit together…ever.
Born and raised in Kentucky. I moved to Arizona after dating my husband long-distance. I chose the name Bluegrass Cactus because it represents my Kentucky roots and upbringing, but also the urban culture and memories I have experienced growing up in Arizona. My country upbringing is near and dear to my heart, but I appreciate the sass and independence I have discovered while living in the Southwest.
I met my husband online, Match.com to be precise. But, that’s a story for another time.
#adoptdontshop I am a Dog Mom of two rescue furbabies- Libby and Harvey. We also foster dogs when our schedules allow. In a perfect world, I would have my own nonprofit dog rescue organization.
I have a long list of projects and activities I want to try, but I am also a severe procrastinator. I want to do all of the things, but my commitment level is low.
True crime podcasts are an addiction of mine. My morning routine includes listening to an episode while I get ready, all while being terrified every time I hear an odd noise around the house.
I am equal opportunity for all things craft beer. I hope this craft beer movement never dies.
One of my favorite things to do is try new foods and then act as if I am a highly regarded food critic. Legit, I cannot scramble eggs, but bet your ass I can tell you that my carne asada fries missed the mark.
I am scared of mascots. . . athletic mascots or Smokey the Bear. It’s creepy. It’s weird and it’s unnecessary.
I have an inappropriate comment for about any conversation or event. It gets me in trouble . . . A lot.
