Hey You, 2015

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My dad likes to remind me that I am very lucky to have a job. Not sure what this says about his confidence in my ability to do…anything. Don’t you feel fortunate to have a job to go to every day he says. Um, yes. And no.

Especially, no, during that weird space between Christmas and the jump full force into everything start of January.

I had to work last week. So very lucky to be working four days after Christmas. Begrudgingly ready and not ready for 2015. Is it time to do this or that or plan or schedule such and such? Not yet. Not quite yet. Let’s wait until all those other fortunately employed people are back at it with us.

Just when I felt all my luck fading, a sweet little prayer appeared in my e-mail inbox that encouraged me to take the time I’d been given at my desk to do some thinking about the year ahead.

“Thank you, Lord, for giving me the brand new year ahead. Please help me live the way I should as each new day I tread. Give me gentle wisdom that I might help a friend; give me strength and courage so a shoulder I might lend. The year ahead is empty. Let me fill it with good things. Let me find joy every day and the happiness it brings.”

We’re only 8 days into 2015, but I’m pretty sure I’ve been at it longer than you guys since I had to work at my job last week. So, let me offer you some advice. The kind that comes from experience.

The year ahead is empty. Be sure to fill it with good things.

Like:
- More blogging
- More yoga
- More friends at my house
- More sleep (as in, Zee, get back in yo bed)
- More outdoor adventures
- More music
- More books
- More broccoli

That’s my list. Make your own. Duh.

xoxo,
B

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This is 30

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I was at a work event a couple weeks ago, and found myself sitting next to an older couple. The woman asked me about my family, and after I shared with her that I had a 10 month old baby boy at home she exclaimed with a knowing smile, “when my oldest child was about that age is the happiest I’d ever been”. We went on to talk back and forth about the best parts of chubby giggling babies.

Days later, that conversation stuck with me. I am happy. Yes, maybe even the happiest I have ever been.

There are days when I am tired and worn out and want to just sleep.in.please.just.once. But more often than not, there are days when I feel happiness at the back of my eyes wanting to sneak out in the form of tears when I watch Philip and Zee laughing together.

30 is watching your own family grow, and making your first memories with them. 30 is making this big old house (the kind I stared out dreamily as a college student in this very same neighborhood) feel like home. 30 is still sometimes feeling insecure about my career, but not caring nearly as much. 30 is knowing which friends are worth weekend getaways and late night chats. 30 is good.

xoxo,
B

p.s. Yes, I turned 30 last month. I celebrated on a fancy dinner date with my husband, and then came home to a little surprise party. Oh, and I stayed up until 2 a.m. — and felt very very old the next morning.

Photo credits to Ely Fair Photography.

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