It’s that time of year again. The day that I completed another full rotation around the sun. I turn a year older and get to celebrate that I am fortunate enough to live life, this life.
When I talk about the year ahead, I don’t think much will change. The status quo will remain the same but, I know that is wrong. It’s wrong because every year when I look back on all the things I did at whatever age I was I am baffled with all that happened. 12 months feels long but also feels short. I think that a lot can’t happen in 12 months but every year so much does happen.
I can always predict a few things that might occur but predict most. I don’t know who might walk into my life and surprise me. I don’t know the projects I will work on. And I for sure don’t know the moments that will become the memories I will one day look back on.
As I look back on this year, I feel the love and the loss. I feel the story lived. Those memories captured in pictures and stories. All worth treasuring and holding tight. What an honor it is to have those and what an honor it is to turn a year older. I get to live another year experiencing life and building the life I want to live.
How lucky am I to be able to grow a year older, to collect more stories, to laugh and cry, and to just be here. And here I breathe air into the next year of life open to whatever may come my way.