should be times of celebration but also reflection. Two days ago I turned 27. I don't know why but when I was young, I thought When I'm 27, I will be old. I'm not sure why my young mind zeroed in on that particular age or year, but I think it was the reason for the lack of excitement leading up to my birthday this year, and the indifference on the actual day until I celebrated with friends.
For the better part of four years, I have been in a love affair with New York City and its constituents. I have moved there and returned, not once but twice. Even though I moved back 2.5 years ago, the fire never went out, and I found myself there sometimes twice in one month. "Way too much!" But I digress. My infatuation with the city has all but prevented me from settling down in the one I'm in. Making new friends, finding a church, being open to love, pursuing my dreams, etc.
But it is a new year, 27, a new month, August, and a new day, and I choose to leave all of that behind me and put a period on the sentence of the New York could-have-beens. Right now NYC is not my reality, and that's not to say that it won't ever be, because I believe that my destiny is there. But until I return, I will be here, in this city, in this time, present in the present that is now.
I like lists so here's my to-do before I turn 30:
1. Create a beautiful & peaceful home that welcomes and comforts me and all who enter it.
2. Move towards having a career that I love that doesn't feel like work.
3. Write a book
4. Make peace with my body & myself
5. A healthy romantic relationship
6. Visits to South America, Africa, Asia & Australia
7. Published articles in the the magazines that read
Off the top of my head...
The more detailed list with steps to accomplish these goals is on my to-do list for this week. But for now I'm just happy to be alive, everything else is icing in that already delicious cake.
Toodles!
