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For My 33rd Birthday




As I sit here and begin to write this it is on my last day of my thirty-second year. I hardly know where to start. It is remarkable what a difference a year makes. I am in such a different and many ways better place than I was this time last year. For proof all you have to do is see the date on that blog which was posted on February 17th of this year. As you will learn much has changed since then.





First of all I have left my house since I posted that blog. I don’t just mean out of my house but out of my city. This was the first year I have traveled since 2012 and just like 2013 was a blow to my spirits because I was not able to do so, this year was uplifting because I was able to go and do. I saw many things that were hidden in a file in the back of my mind for so long I felt the dust collecting within me. I knew how badly I yearned to stretch those muscles I use when I plan, photograph, and take a vacation. For me vacations preserve life, especially all of the “regular” days in betweens experiences.



My passion to seek out the places I read about and the excitement I get from researching them further is almost indescribable. I feel my soul swell ten times the size of my body. I am practically bursting at the seams. The joy only extends when those dreams become reality. At every turn as I absorb my new surroundings and the sights I long to be in, my heart begins to soar all over again.


Then there are the moments when I return home that bring back the thrill one last time. I am overwhelmed by the stories I want to write down and tell my friends. Reviewing my photos and key moments brings a smile to my face in ways that nothing else can. This may seem like a lot of emotion for a two or three day trip but for me it isn’t the quantity but the quality of my vacations. The destination needed be far away as long as it is a place I long for that I get to cross off my bucket list. I have learned just this year that it doesn’t even matter if it is a place I know I have to return to in order to finish what I started. Now I know and am happy with the fact that I got to go at all and see what I did. Whereas in my past any change in plans would have destroyed the trip I had built up in my mind, I am now at peace within the boundaries of each visit. This is also a lesson I have extended to my life as a whole.



Each year as I grow and strive to become the woman I want to be (yes I am stealing that from Diane von Fursternberg) it still surprises me how many lessons I have to learn and how many times it may take before I really get what I am suppose to from my experiences. But nowadays I am striving to be kinder to myself when things out of my control go awry. I also have to learn to give less of myself to those who do not deserve it and appreciate those in my life who remain on my side no matter what. Even when you think you have whittled out the crazies from your life, you can be surprised by who lets you down next. Sometimes these are people that will have to be in our lives so I am trying to really see people, as there are when they show me their true selves.



Next I want to learn to rely on myself again. I mean this is an emotional way. I have always been my greatest source of comfort but when dealing with my chronic migraine illness I never know where my day might take me. I have become doubtful and leery when I make plans because I know there will be a chance things will not go as I hope. While I have learned how to deal with this feeling it never gets any easier. It makes me harder on myself than I need to be. So going forward I am going to build up my personal strength and remember that I can rely on the decisions I make no matter what may come. I feel like these are personal resolutions that I am making now instead of on New Years. I am giving myself a year, until my next birthday, to become the version of myself I am picturing in my future.

So now that I have laid out my goals I want to also be sure to revel in my successes. Travel was for sure on the top of my list. I broke out of the staycation mold. But this last year I also saw success in my career. I say career because I am meant to be a writer, my job however is what pays for my health insurance.

It came as a great surprise when a fellow blogger and foodie, who runs the site Komeeda, asked me to write for them. They were interested in what I could contribute, as they enjoyed my work, and it was an honor to be asked. I happily filed many restaurant reviews and hope we can continue working together in the future. It was this great experience that appeared out of the blue that shows me what is possible in my future. I can actually say I am a published writer for two websites. I hope I only get busier from here. I am going to take a lesson from my beloved Joan Rivers and when I lay in bed at night I am going to ask myself if I have done everything I can for my career today. It worked out pretty good for her.



Last year I wrote about my despair in having a quiet birthday at home. I realize now that it was a healing process I needed to go through. When it came time to think about plans for my birthday I ran through a list of things in my mind that I love to do that I could do on my special day. I knew I would not be going away and I didn’t want to do anything like I have before. I think I might be past the days of going out to a bar, although I am happy to report this is the first year in four that I have had alcohol and its so nice to know that I can incorporate it back into my life.









I decided that I just would go out to eat locally with my family on my birthday. I realized that my daily life includes all of the things many would reserve for a special occasion, like celebrating a birthday. That is I book massages, plays, concerts, fancy dinners, etc. on a Saturday in November. For that matter these events also can happen on a weeknight at any time in the year. I truly believe that my heart should not want for anything or regret missing an experience when it is at my fingertips. I mean in recent months I had been in a room with the second woman on the United States Supreme Court and met Bradley Cooper!! I mean seriously. I really do have the life, the life I am imaging.

Even better I know that I have more birthday dinners and celebrations in the next month so I will be enjoying myself in the tradition to which I have become accustom. 




I have a feeling 2015 is going to be my ultimate year so far.

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