On a Pink Typewriter

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The Big 2-8

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You guys. Today’s my birthday! How ’bout them apples.

It snuck up on me this year.  And not just any age – but 28. For some reason, this one feels… bigger than 27. Not bad by any means, but bigger.

I have to say, I’m not that jazzed about my birthday this year. I mean, I’m happy and thankful to be celebrating a new year, but usually it’s a THING, you know? It’s something tangible and exciting and ohmygosh pancakes and balloons and hugs. I mean, last year’s celebration was definitely that, what with the whole crossing a half marathon finish line off the ol’ bucket list/life goals list and all. Epic.

And really, that’s what 27 was in a nutshell to me. It was the year of embracing big changes and being strong and turning pages and writing new chapters. A new life of wonder in southern California, new friends, new love, new adventures. So much joy, and so much of it very much unexpected prior to that 27th birthday.

And all that writing from those new chapters is firmly in place now, with more blank pages left to be filled and colored in. So much more that I still want to do, to see, to feel, to eat (<– duh).

I got up this morning and I went for a run. Even though I had to wake my booty up extra early since I have to get myself to the office at the buttcrack of dawn these days, I did because I wanted to start THIS year off strong as well, and with something that I consider a large piece of myself. Not that running defines me, but it has helped shape me into the person I am… helped illuminate the foundation blocks of my character that were always there, even before running (and running races) ever came into the picture. Running softly reminds me of my inner strength, heart, commitment {to goals and to my health}, and of unadulterated joy that comes from simply being alive and doing the things that matter (to you – not to anyone else, friends).

As I waltz into age 28,  it’s not this big thing… it just is. I feel stronger and more real than ever before, and like I’m simply sliding into home plate rather than just getting up to bat. Does that make sense? Reignited with a passion to persevere and be creative and get my hands dirty and to write new chapters however the heck I want to, with my soul. And to be unafraid to make a mess, or to fall down. I can practically feel the beauty and potential that is just around the corner, and gosh, I can’t wait.

Thank you all for reading my words for another year. :)

xo

 

 

What was your fav age? So far, mine have been ages 23 and 27!

 

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2 Comments

  1. Go get em girl! You are stronger!! Thankful for the continued inspiration & random text novels we get to have :)
    Happy Birthday pretty lady!

  2. Yes – it does make PERFECT sense :)

    Happy first day after your birthday – here’s to wishing many more exciting adventures in the year ahead.

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