I was recently told the reason why as you get older, each year feels like it goes by faster than the year before. It’s a depressing thought; but it’s one worth sharing.
Last April before my summer hiatus, I wrote about where I expected my life to be by the time my 31st birthday rolled around. I was pretty upset back then that nothing I had planned had come to fruition. A few friends texted me afterwards to say, “Maybe my life isn’t where I thought it would be, but I wouldn’t change where my life is.” In other words, I’m right where I’m supposed to be and my life is pretty darn good.
Do you ever read a book and find, for whatever reason, some lines jump out at you? I had that today reading the prologue and first three chapters of A Lowcountry Wedding by Mary Alice Monroe, the fourth novel in the Lowcountry Summer Series.
Now that fall is officially here, it’s time to reflect on the summer. It was quite the packed summer and I wouldn’t change anything about it. I learned a few things this summer and thought I’d share them with you.
My birthday was last Monday. I turned 31. And I got to thinking about where I expected my life to be at 31 and where my life really is.
I’ve done quite a bit of reading since the last Book Club post, whether for book club or for myself. I do some reading in bed to help me wind down at night and a little on the couch when I can’t put a book down. I do most of my reading in the bathroom and a bunch on the train when I meet friends in NYC.
Last summer I was e-mailing with an old friend from high school that I hadn’t spoken with since graduation. His Facebook account was hacked, which led him to post a very random “happy birthday” on my wall (it was a number of months after my birthday). My response helped him figure out his account was hacked while also leading to a conversation via FB messaging that turned into e-mail correspondence. The communication fizzled pretty quickly at that point; but, one thing stuck with me. I had sent him a link to the blog and his response was: “I totally checked out / stalked your blog the day that I got your email. You’re very forthcoming and honest! I don’t think I could publish a blog and share my innermost thoughts publicly.”
When my alarm clock went off at 6:30 this morning, Finn was still sleeping wrapped in my legs. I just couldn’t wake her for the sole purpose of writing this post. So I’m sitting at my desk at work. I finished my breakfast. I put on the “Wake Up Happy” playlist on Spotify (trying something new here). I’m slowly sipping my tea (Tazo Organic Peachy Green, if you must know). And I’m working on today’s post. Shhhh, don’t tell my boss.
Here we go.
I had a very difficult time coming up with my goals for 2016 (in case you don’t remember, here’s why I set goals and not resolutions). It had nothing to do with last year’s lack of success. Trust me, that wasn’t a confidence killer nor did it instill doubt in myself. I just couldn’t figure out what I wanted to get out of the new year.
I finally realized what this year’s goal should be when I was writing the Facebook post for my new painting hobby, if you can call it a hobby:
I’m supposed to be writing tomorrow’s post right about now. You know the one for 2016’s goals?
Well, here’s my current situation:
Finn is curled up in my lap. Literally. Typically she’s facing the other way. For some reason, she’s facing me tonight. It’s only slightly creepy but a whole lot of adorable.
Regardless, this is an issue because my lap desk won’t fit in my lap with Finn. My lap is only big enough for one.
Fitters, I think I’m going to call it a night and wake up early to get the post done. Would you do the same?
*Author’s note: This was typed on my iPhone. My apologies for any typos and poor formatting.
Edit: Formatting as been fixed as of early am Wednesday 1/13.