xxxi : day four

This year has been a year of many firsts. Case in point, I have never posted my annual birthday post a whole day late – let alone four. But this year, I think that very action goes to show what I’ve learned to admit: It’s okay that this post is late, and the time I…

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30 : the year of longing

Last night, I had a dream I was country-hopping through Europe: from England, to Scotland, to Italy. I was sitting on a bus, driving down a single-lane road through fields of green towards the end of our journey, when the thought came across me: This isn’t enough. I haven’t found what I’m looking for. I…

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xxix

The weeks leading up to this birthday have left me run ragged with numerous obligations, pre-booked time, and little to no opportunities for myself. Which is why it’s so very important, today of all days, to take the time to myself to reflect on it all, just as I do every year. Back in January,…

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xxviii

28. I kind of can’t believe I’m actually 28 now, even though for some odd reason I’ve felt 28 all year. Now that I am, I’ll probably start thinking I’m 23 or something. ‘Course. But here I am, finally, at the halfway point between the start of this blog and the day I turn 30: Still…

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