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There are certain celebrities we love to hate.
Up until about a year ago, I really couldn’t stand Taylor Swift. Why? No idea. It was almost like it was just easier to not like her, because she was popular and everyone loved her songs.
This is my favorite time of life. 29, going on 30.
I feel immense gratitude for being 29. There is something beautiful about it. Something sweet. I can see myself crying at 26, smiling at 28, coming to a rest at 29.
A soft halt.
I’m doing something crazy, and I have zero time for it. But I’m doing it anyway.
I’m turning 30 on August 26th. That’s right, the road to thirty is finally upon me. I may be the most excited person on the planet about it, because my 20s were the most colorful mess ever. For awhile I considered doing a long post about all of the things I’ve learned over the past decade. Battles. Losses. Stupid ideas. That sort of thing.
I thought I’d write a post today about all the things I started doing (or said I was going to do) in 2013-14 that never happened (or faded out slowly). I used to be ashamed of all of the things I’d start and then stop or never finish, but now I’m just like, why get mad when you can get acceptance.
So I’m confronting the topic head on, and I’ve aggregated a list of things you may have been (or may not have ever been) wondering about.
I see rosaries everywhere. Especially when I am alone in the dark.
I was Halloween costume searching on Thursday by myself after work in downtown LA. Usually Adam comes with me, but this time he had to work late, so I went by myself.
I wasn’t all that scared, since he and I walk all over downtown together, and even with friends I’ve walked the streets at night. But this time, I was alone. Physically at least.
There are some mornings you just wake up wondering how you got so lucky. That every day situations are not every day situations, and that laughing, really laughing with a loved one, is pure poetry. That sometimes there’s nothing more beautiful than the sound of crows outside your window, and the sounds of water rushing in the shower down the hall.
Sometimes I think I can’t write a valuable post to save my life.
I’m either writing about how grateful I am or how fearful I am. I’m either starting a project or writing about a good reason for not starting one.
When I sit down to write a blog post, sometimes I think, I have no words to say that will help you. What am I giving to my readers with these words? What value am I creating? What impact am I having on the world?
The other day, I had a serious breakthrough.
I was gearing up to drive home (by way of street) and I felt like I was at my wits end with being afraid of driving. I felt like I was done for. That was it. I was never going to get better, I was just going to have to pay for a car every month that I didn’t want to drive, and that I’d have to depend on other people for the rest of my life to take me places. I just couldn’t see myself getting better. I was extremely frustrated.