Here we are … 30+ days of consistent, intentional blogging is complete.
The biggest lesson that I learned is that I can do it. I can write every single day, but it is not by magic, it is by being intentional and committing to a goal. I certainly did not feel like writing everyday and I did not always have something profound to share but I sat down and wrote something.
Commitment is not always about doing what you want to do, it’s about doing what you committed to do. I say this about relationships all the time: commitment is stronger than love. Even on the days that I hate you, I am still committed. I’m not exactly sure how I feel about that because I’ve never been able to carry that out. But I digress.
Tomorrow is my birthday. My 56th birthday. I’m going to start the day out with a nice long run with my running buddies. The plan is to complete 5.6 miles. Which is not a problem and I’ll probably do more than that, as I normally would on a Saturday. I’m going to dinner at one of my favorite places and this will be the first time that I have dined in an actual restaurant since the beginning of the pandemic. If all goes well, dining out may once again be a recurring activity. We have to wear masks, choose from a limited menu, sit at the bar (or outside), and limit the stay to 2 hours. Besides the mask, everything else is something I would probably do anyway.
I’m looking forward to celebrating me. I think a champagne toast is in order:
Here’s to me. Fifty-six years ago, you arrived and although your conception was a complete accident you have embraced this life and taken the cards you were dealt and turned them into a royal flush. You are an amazing woman. You have so much love and joy inside of you and those that are lucky enough to experience it are truly blessed. Remember always that you are enough.