The plodding battles with my health. Red blankets wrapped around my knees. Cups and cups of tea. Headaches, hives, dust, heat, cold. Doing the right thing and then wondering if it’s enough. Doing the wrong thing and hoping it wasn’t too bad. Failure.
Bouts of anger, disappointment and the feeling of standing still, when all I wanted was to move.
As I look forward to turning 30, this highly fraught age that is either highly despised or highly lauded, I realize that I only know one thing for sure:
I'm pretty friggin lucky.
Friends and family punctuated this busy year. The connections I’ve made throughout the world may pull sometimes. I’m always somewhere that some of my friends and family are not. Yet, everywhere I go, there seems to be someone welcoming me and handing me a cup of tea. That’s pretty cool, huh?
I’m thankful. I hope next year is the same (ahem, perhaps with less rocket blasts and health issues). Oh, and I'd like a sophisticated new short haircut that won't look like a mullet. And world peace. And to be on What Not To Wear (really, I'd like a shopping spree, 2 funny fashion consultants, Nick to cut my hair and Carmindy to do my make-up). That's it, that's all I want.
Here’s a nice quote to end my ‘birthday’ post:
She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.
- Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston