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A New Day - A New Year

A New Day - A New Year

I lost my Dad six days after my 35th birthday last year.  I lost him three month and fourteen days after my wedding day.   I lost him unexpectedly, abruptly, and without a proper goodbye.  I lost him in a manner that till this day still feels unjustified.  Needless to say, thirty-five was not the glorious year I had imagined.  Rather, it was a year I wish I could erase.   Thirty-five was a year I buried myself in such sadness that only the love and kindness of my husband, my family and my friends freed me.  It was a year that forced me to be vulnerable, to let down my shield and let others in. It was a year I stood still and know that it’s okay, that stillness is not surrendering.    It was a year that I, too, died. But the part of me that lives knows now to live more vicariously and to love boundlessly.  

To thirty-six, to a new day, to a new year. Please be gentle to me.

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Happy Birthday To Me

Happy Birthday To Me

What an incredible year thirty-four was.  Unbeknownst to me, it would be the year I'd get engaged, married, and leave the burb to be a city girl.  It's a little daunting to realize that I'm officially in my mid thirties.  Truth be told, I've always been an old soul so it's somewhat welcoming that my age is finally catching up to me.   Thirty-five brings wisdom, experience, and fearlessness.  I can't wait for the adventure that awaits!

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Hello, Thirty

Hello, Thirty

Happy 2nd anniversary to you!  Sometimes I forget you are in my life, until you start making your presence known in unwelcoming ways.  I'm starting to see traces of you in my reflection, I feel you in my acid reflux, and, for the first time, I understand the agony of lower back pain.  Our anniversary.  It's a yearly reminder of how much I have to catch up to you.

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