Hello.
It's me. I know it's been a LONG time and several immense life events have occurred since last I blogged.
No time to recap the chaos of the past...three?!...years, but to summarize a tiny amount: I married my love in October 2020, moved with him to North Carolina and set up house, my beloved cat passed away this fall, and as of today I'm older than Anne Elliot in Jane Austen's Persuasion.
That's pretty much the only milestone reference I could think of for 28. Oh well.
So what better time to refocus and pick up some writing again? With how much of my life has been turned upside-down since 2019 (some good, some bad) I haven't been devoting as much time to the art of words and punctuation as I would like. Let's try to change that this year.
Yesterday when my husband asked me how I felt about it being my birthday tomorrow, I said I was excited and that I've always gotten excited about turning a year older.
His obvious question: Why?
Me: Because it means I've been living life!
Now, this was in passing conversation and I didn't put a lot of deep thought into my response, but today as I ponder memories of past birthdays and all that has happened in my life so far, I stand by that statement. I've been living, embracing new experiences, hopefully learning from my mistakes, and striving to grow in virtue, and I think it's worth celebrating the achievement of making it another year in this crazy world.
A less poetic lens might admit that when you're the youngest child of five, you spend years aching to be older so your siblings will take you seriously. I guess that tendency never quite wears off either ;)
"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." ~Oscar Wilde
