This weekend I'll be celebrating 36 years of life. Gosh, I remember typing a very similar post talking about turning 32. That seems like yesterday, which is a bit scary. This past year has been all about change for me, in good ways. There was a time not too long ago, where I'd walk past a mirror and hardly recognize myself. Bags under my eyes, a neglected self with no spark, no twinkle in my eye. I wasn't sure how I got there, but I was darn sure I needed to get back to the me I loved, nurtured and recognized. We are all who we are, eternally, aren't we? Deep down, that ember never dies, we don't really change, but we can get so caught up in other things, feelings and routines that cloak us in a frightful foggy mess.
Balance, balance, balance they say. I do believe "they" are right, whoever they are.
All this babbling and carrying on to say only this: remember who you are, who you love, who loves you, what you love, what you stand for, and what you believe in. Don't forget the little treats that make your heart sing. And don't forget to love yourself first. You will have even more love to give everyone else!
Happy Birthday to me.
p.s. Oh, and the bunting was just a little something I stitched for Sofia's 2nd birthday party coming up in May. I think I should hang it up for my own birthday this weekend, what do you think? And George, I would love to order the window treatments for the kitchen windows and banish the old lace panels. Wink, wink. ;-)