I’ll be 43 in a couple of days.
A lot has changed in the last year! I’ve gone from living in the Pacific Northwest to living in the South. From working in an office to working from home. From a long distance relationship to an in the same town relationship. I’ve had more fried pickles than I can count. (Had to make up for lost time.) And I live in a house after 20 years of apartment and row house living.
I’ve learned that I really like “gardening.” (Read: I pick plants and layout, other people do the work.) I’ve learned that the hard work people talk about in relationships is often times unearthing aspects of your personality you had no idea existed. I’ve learned that I really like an Izze soda and a couple chapters of a book as the cue I’m done working for the day. And I’ve learned that no matter how much I try and keep the hardwood floors clean, when there’s a golden retriever-mix in the house I’m going to have to get up close and personal with letting things go.
I used to write a birthday letter to myself each year. While I miss the process, I don’t miss the limiting expectations that came with them. I’m a planner and goal setter, I like to figure out what’s ahead (stop laughing). And you know where this is going, right? Because of a chance meeting, I’m in a place I never could have imagined. I’ve learned a lot of life can’t be planned for. I’m incredibly grateful this is the case.
My birthday wish is happiness. For all of us. The pursuit of it, the enjoyment of it and the wonder of finding it in the most unexpected places.