"To deny one's age is to deny you've survived." I stumbled upon this quote during my morning ritual of coffee and blogging before hurrying off to another busy day at work. Days later, I've analyzed it, digested it and figured it was the perfect opportunity to look at this past year of ultimate survival.
As I get ready to embark on another year of life, I'm sad to say goodbye to number 22 as it's my lucky number and really the age so sweetly rolls off the tongue. 23 sounds odd, static and still. When I first heard the for-mentioned quote, I decided I would just do 22 again and catch up next year with 24. But wait, is that not how it works?
Besides 22 being my lucky, ever so fabulous sounding year, it will be a big chapter to close and thus the reflecting begins. A year ago I was still living in Boulder- sitting on the porch, soaking in the summer rays, banana popsicles and midnight swing rides consumed my days. I was getting ready to leave my college stomping ground and head off into the real world. The birthday was magical- just refer to the post about it... and as the blog shows the following months of camp, moving, different jobs, different feelings and finally finding a pace of life that works. If only it had been that easy- if only I could have had an advance look at my own blog and known that really it would be okay. But hell the journey has been well worth it and I'd do it all again (but maybe with a cuter winter coat?)
So here I am- a survivor of another year, the first year and yet have so many more bumps to hit. However, I don't want smooth sailing because where's the fun in that? The happy middle is focusing on the present. Presently I am sitting in my bed, reruns of Gossip Girl whispers in the background, the newest edition of US Weekly rests on my night side table along with fresh pink and orange sunflowers that just had to be purchased today. After a fabulous, much needed weekend in Rhode Island, I gave myself a much needed me day and indulged in stress free shopping, gluten free granola and ok fine I bought gluten free but not meat free hot dogs... dabbled in trash tv at the gym and made endless skype calls to people far from this Boston rain. This selfish behavior might continue throughout the week as Kev is currently "working" in Vegas but hey it's my party and I can cry if I want to (clearly tears of happiness).
After much reflection and letting go of my stubborn ways, 23 will be welcomed and no denial is made. Who knows what this next year will bring- I'll be moving in with that very special someone and moving up in my crazy yet wonderful job. This year is more unknown but recently the unknown steps have become my favorite. For someone who was once a planner, I've taken a big liking for the mystery and unplanned road. They'll be east coast roads, that I am sure, but everything in between shall be patiently awaited.
