Today is my thirty-fourth birthday. And I am deeming this next turn around the sun my #34YearOfMore.
Someone recently asked me what I hoped to gain from this next year of living on this earth and I replied more. Of what? Everything. There has to be something specific. To do more, to be more, to have more. I just want more.
This past year was my Jesus Year – thirty-three. The (approximate) age Jesus was thought to have been when he began his ministry, performed his miracles, and sacrificed his human form to return to an eternal home. While I hadn’t planned to be quite as ephemeral, I declared that at age 33 I would live in my purpose, be fearless in my approach to determining the course of my life, and seek happiness at all costs.
As I look back over my Jesus Year, I’m so proud of myself. I started a prestigious fellowship I’d had my eye on for almost 10 years, moved to an area that I always said I wanted to live in, connected with old friends and made new ones, experienced love again, made self care a priority. I lived. With stress and bullshit at a minimum, no panic attacks or breakdowns. I just lived and was happy and fulfilled.
And this next year I want more. I want all of the good of this past year to be amplified and expanded. Now that I see what I’m capable of – how much my own health and happiness are dependent on my decisions to make it so – I want to do more, try more, be more, love me more
, twerk more. There’s so much more within me, I have to tap into it.
The only thing keeping me from living a better life than the best life I have now is me So I’m ready to get to it.
Thank you for being part of the journey.