Yesterday was my birthday. If you know me, you know that I am not a fan of my “special” day. Never have been, and even less so now that I’m in my 30s. It’s always around this time that people are in full holiday swing and reflecting on the past year, and that’s not different for me. I usually look at my birthday as a measure of my accomplishments for the last year. Sometimes they are happy thoughts, sometimes it’s the realization that I missed some opportunities and need to maybe push a little harder the next year.
I am a planner, always have been. You tell me you want to do something in a month, that entire month I am planning and piecing together all the bits leading up to that. So for my 30th, a couple years back, I had a list. A very long list of things I wanted to accomplish by the time the big 3-0 hit. I did not a single thing on it by the time my birthday actually rolled around. Made me feel like quite a failure. Probably why I sobbed on the morning of, yea, not kidding, I cried, a lot.
I told myself 31 would be different and in some ways it was. In that year I built my dream home, moved into said house, started running and ran my first race, and started this blog, which has now starting morphing into what I hope will become a full blown business. Thanks to you all!
Now there were a few big things on my list that I didn’t quite get to in 31, so maybe they’ll happen during 32. Maybe not. Maybe I need to not have a list anymore. Maybe my vow to myself for 32 and each year after that, is to just live. Not for a certain achievement or goal, but to just do what makes me happy and do what I feel is important and worthwhile. That may mean big changes, or none at all. One day at a time. Now off I go to start embarking on this new year, with my head held high and my heart full of hope. And hopefully a cocktail. Definitely think 32 is the year of the cocktail. Let’s all give this living thing a good whirl this next year, and we’ll circle back in 2019 and see how it went. Cheers!