Truthfully, though, as I inch closer to my mid-thirties, I find myself less interested in looking back and more interested in looking forward.
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I spent most of my twenties, well, not exactly floundering but feeling a little lost. Like I had no idea what the fuck I was doing while all of my friends and family had all their shit together. Like the lovely Margaret Atwood once wrote, Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.
(Of course, now I realize pretty much everyone feels that way, they all just managed to hide it really, really well.)
My thirties started in Las Vegas on a family trip and started out pretty well, although thirty-one was a rough year but as I rounded the corner of thirty-two, things began to pick up steam and lots of really awesome things happened this past year, including the fact that I started dating BC and got a book contract, which I've been working on over the past couple of months (subject is not related to this blog). Both of these things are moving in a very positive direction that makes me excited and happy for the upcoming year and all the others coming after it.
So, I guess that's the difference this year. In the past I maybe never felt like I had anything concrete to look forward to as I got older and while, obviously, I have no idea what actually will happen in the future, I have a really, really good feeling about the direction my life is headed. Not just in a vague sort of semi-optimistic way, but in a life-affirming, positive, I have proof life is awesome kind of way.
Since today is mah birfday that means it's the LAST DAY to get the Early Bird pricing on my Virtual #Birfday5K. For more information on the 5K and why I'm choosing the Cleveland International Film Festival as my non-profit of choice, see this post.
Love from the ashes,