On the heels of dream, I write this blog post.
I am thirty years old.
Well, as my Mother would correct, at 5:50 p.m. today I will be thirty. What a funny day it is. As a child I was rebellious, adventurous and a little wild. Not too much has shifted as an adult. I try today to have a little more accountability, empathy and joy. But overall, I am still very much me.
I believe if I were a younger version of myself, I would assume at thirty I would have a child or two. Possibly have morphed into a woman who sounds and looks a lot like Lucille Ball meets a grown up Alice. My Wonderland would be my home, job and all these very traditional things. Quite boring, but very settled and expected. Because I believed, as a child, that we grew into very different characters. That the future was so far off, that who we would become was a very different sort from who we were.
Well the future sure fooled me. I have grown into myself, not away from. I am blessed with a phenomenal surrounding of friends and family. I am more than blessed with the people I have yet to meet -- the new characters that are waiting to come into my world. But who I am is still who I was - only less jagged around my edges. Life has shown me more snapshots of surrealism than my artists hand could ever write.
So far, it has been a long, strange trip. A roller coaster of emotions, horizons, shock and awe. And today I greet thirty.
"Hello there, took you long enough. Welcome to the next Great Adventure. I hope you brought your passport and big girl pants."
May you all have a very, merry un-birthday today.
Today's word is: novel