The two most important days in your life are...
the day you are born,
the day you find out why.
~ Mark Twain
Another year has come and gone. These past 365 days have been a whirlwind of change. A new city, a new home, a new diet, a new job, new friends and now a fresh start as I get ready to embrace another year of life living.
As I look back on the ebb and flow of this past year, I recall where I have achieved and where I have failed. Thirty four was an incredibly tough for me. One of the rougher years of life. Lots of loss, stumbles and heartache. But it is with a thankful heart that I count my blessings that outnumber the troubles. For it is through the trials and tribulations of life that self discovery is made. I made it. I am still breathing. I appreciate what I do have even more. And I am hopeful for the dreams yet to come.
When I think about my day of birth, I have never been the type to be sad about getting older. I am not bothered by the thought of more wrinkles or the understanding that I should start stocking up on Spanx. I don't miss my childhood or my twenties or even my early thirties. For each of these times in my life represents a chapter, the next one better than the last. Instead I take the viewpoint of "Whew! I can't believe I have made it this far!". Birthdays are like bragging rights. Another year to tuck under my belt of life adventures.
With year thirty five, I have been given the gift to do something with my life. And though I often have no clue as to what that something is just yet, I will live it purposefully day to day.
So hello to thirty five. What is the first adventure that you have planned for us?