Ah, the ignorance of youth.
I'll turn twenty-eight in just a few days and lately I've been thinking: Was 27 really perfect?
Certainly not. I've had ups and downs. Health problems, bad days, arguments. There are bills that went unpaid, and a lot of my hair fell out. I chipped nails, stubbed toes, and ate WAY too many pickle flavored Pringles. I worried too much, panicked too often, and didn't laugh nearly as enough (meaning every single day).
But there was SO much good in twenty-seven.
I celebrated weight loss. I promoted causes dear to my heart. I found a big metal chicken. I dyed my hair red. I spent time with my sister. I spent time with Motherly. I began to take self portraits often. I started going back to Church. I fell in love with my husband every single day. I goofed off in grocery stores. I celebrated holidays with my family. I let the awkward out. I celebrated my eight year anniversary. I went to lunch with friends. I wore so much glitter. I dyed my hair pink! I wore a traveling red dress. I went shopping with my sister. I met The Pioneer Woman. I went to lunch with friends. I made made cookies, and brownies, and cakes. I talked for hours with friends about little things and big things. I learned to embrace ridiculousness. I geeked out constantly. I embraced the mother inside of me. I added new best friends to my heart. I rekindled old friendships. I changed my nail polish constantly. I snuggled a lot. I played a lot. I developed unhealthy relationships to television shows and then forced them on my husband. I tried new things. I traveled.
I loved.
I laughed.
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Well, the second one is not actually a poem. More like a creed I though you'd enjoy.
I love how you love life! And I want to see a photo of you with the big metal chicken! Here are two of my favorite poems for you:
The Guest House by Rumi
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
-- Jelaluddin Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks
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Hildegard
of Bingen, twelfth-century mystic, counseled her spiritual directees to be
“juicy people,” folks who are so filled with wonder and curiosity, with lusty
appetites and high spirits, that they embrace life, liberty, and the pursuit of
happiness with a burly, grinning bear hug. To be juicy is to be: a fearlessly
joyous optimist; a trouble-maker tirelessly afflicting the comfortable; a
passionate lover of good talk and tasty food; an anonymous prophet hovering
over the cosmological riddle; a frequent violator of the ordinance against
indecent exposure of the heart; a guerilla in the insurrection against Dream
Molesters everywhere.
From
Rich Heffern in Daybreak Within: Living in a Sacred World
I find them all the time at Ross. The one in the picture I found at Ross in Denver when I was up there with my sister. I wanted it so bad but there was no way I could get that thing on the plane with me LOL.
Well you could, but he might be surprised! LOL
I'm fairly certain I'll never have myself together by any age.
What's really weird is that other numbers in the future appeal to me. Like 32 for instance. But I don't like 33. And 45 sounds awesome, but not 46.
And 28 is going to be even better!!
Love the hair. Loved your red dress pictures.
And, I MUST know where you found a big metal chicken.
LOL! It so funny how we think of ages when we're younger. When I was a little girl, I always said I was going to have all the kids I was going to have by the time I was 25. Since I didn't even meet my husband until I was 27, it made it a little difficult to have kids!
GREAT post!! Ugh, I think I kept saying I would have my self together when I was 30, and there is still so much to see and do that I think I should amend that to 45!!
For me, I'm flirting with 32 (November birthday). When the hell did that happen?!
Funny thing though, you'll enjoy getting out of your 20s. I don't know how, I don't know why but when I turned 30 things started to make so much more sense.
Since you're still 2 years away from that number I'll just wish you an early happy birthday and tell you you better make 28 a damn good year. =)
Great summary of your year. I remember my magical number when I was younger was 24... WOW im 2 years past that and I still feel super young so what do kids know ?LOL
Sounds like an amazing year to me! And I'm sure there will be many more amazing things to come in future years!
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