While I was MIA, I celebrated by 34th birthday. For those who don't KNOW me, I shun all things loud and crowded, so my birthday was perfect for me. Well, except for having to go to work, that was kind of dumb. But I was off the week before and didn't want to give up another PTO day.
Jethro brought me Mexican corn and tacos from the awesome taco truck and I was in a grease filled happy place. Yes, my birthday dinner was <$10. I am a cheap date.
I didn't know Adele named her albums for the age she was when she wrote them until a blog friend posted it. The thought of reviewing 34 points of the last 12 months of my life was daunting. So I present my album. 12 songs is an album right? Okay, that seems like a lot too. Well, how about my hit single. Well writing a song would also take a bit more effort than I am able to muster.
So I have this.
34 was a year of growth for me. Growth is never painless. If there is no pain there's no reason to move. I've learned to be a bit easier on myself and to give me a break, I give everyone else one. I think I've done the best job I've ever done of adapting to situations that on face value seem like they could've broken me. I've grown in my faith can say much more comfortably, it'll work out, it always works out.
This was also the year that I was able to use words to earn money. THAT is huge. HUGE. I needed a new suit last week and was able to buy something nice because of all of the words I wrote. Words I wrote about infertility specifically. Who would've thought that going through that would've prepared me for income later? There's always a plan, even if we can't see it.
Maybe that was my biggest lesson this past year. To relax and let the plan work itself out. Inhale, exhale, breathe, it's ok.
That's not to say that the year was bad, because it wasn't. I'm blessed beyond measure and I know the best is yet to come.