As I’m enjoying my morning coffee and catching up on Awkward, I’m reflecting on how incredible 33 was and how I’ve never felt more loved at 34.
At 33, I was coming out of a toxic relationship and ready to repair some major damage. I had just moved to a new city where I knew no one. I completed SkyAngels SkyAcademy to expand my love of hospitality and travel. I met two delightful gentlemen on Bumble, a yacht captain and a firefighter. After the sale of our family farm in Virginia, I was reunited with my beloved Sophie, my 11-year old Australian Shepherd. I went through a few job changes. I traveled to Peru with my sister, completely tripped out on Ayahuasca, and changed my life. I gave snowboarding a whirl. (Pretty sure I somehow fractured my tailbone. Ouch.) I celebrated one of my best friend’s upcoming nuptials drinking all the wine in Walla Walla for her bachelorette party. I met a guy and went on a somewhat spontaneous trip to Cabo. I took improv acting classes to work on my craft and to actively work toward becoming a successful actor. In between all of this growing and traveling and learning, I made a core group of friends that, in my last few days of year 33, made me feel so loved and celebrated with over 100 Facebook comments and messages, Instagram posts, and text messages. I never knew I had so many friends!
33 has always been a lucky number of mine and after this last year I’ve had, I feel pretty damn lucky.
I’ve learned to love myself in a way to attract the kind of love I deserve. I’ve learned that if something or someone doesn’t serve me positively to let it the fuck go! I’ve learned patience. No. Let’s get real, I acquired patience. Still shocks me. I’ve learned to be empathetic toward others. You never know what someone else is going through. I’ve learned that anger is a waste of an emotion. Generally, what you get angry about is a reflection of you. Think about it next time you get behind a slow driver. Are you pissed because you’re running late for something? Perhaps they don’t know your neighborhood. Don’t be a jerk. Stop projecting. I’ve learned to be ok in my own company, in my own head.
I look forward to what 34 has to offer. It’s going to be hard to top this last year however, it’s off to a great start. My best friend’s wedding followed by a week visiting my ‘heart home’, Oceanside, and then Tulum to celebrate another bestie’s 30 (really 31st) birthday kick off my new year. I’ve set a goal to be in my first sitcom or feature film by the end of the year. And mostly, just live my best life.
Who says you have to wait until January 1st to set your goals? Isn’t your birthday the real New Year’s Day?