No day is inherently more extraordinary than any other. Some we can’t wait to get here, some we can’t wait to get gone, and some, well, just seem to go a little unnoticed. But one thing remains true, the days are exactly what we make them, no more and no less. We are all creating, all the time. We are all artists in that way. Life is a canvas with which to paint our dreams.
I had a really, really wonderful birthday, full of love and gratitude for all of the amazing people (and freakin' sweet new Goodwill dress :) that helped make it so. I have yet to answer the question, but the first time someone asks me how old I am and the answer is 31...well, it’s gonna be a little weird. You gotta understand that the baby of five older brothers never gets to be THIRTY-ONE....yet somehow, here I am.
I’m planning to make this a really big year, full of many of those “someday” dreams that I’m just going to make happen. Because I want to. And because, for the first time in my life, I really feel able. Growing can be scary because we don’t want to look at and admit to all the things we don’t know, and there is so much I don’t know. But the great news is that I’m surrounded by extraordinary people who have learned the things I want to learn, who are doing the things I want to do, and who are so generous in their willingness to help me.
So here continues the journey....that I cherish oh so much.
Today is the best day of my life. For it is the one that I am living.