I celebrated my 34th birthday this weekend. A year ago, I was becoming a mom for the first time, something I thought would never happen. Not because I didn’t think I could handle it. But more because I didn’t think it was my “thing.” I was never the little girl pushing a baby stroller with her dolly in it. And I never went gaga for kids the way my friends did. When I hit my twenties and realized I didn’t coo at every passing infant the way other mommy-hopefuls did, I figured that wasn’t my path and I was OK with that. Combined with my hopes for a successful career, a love of tattoos, incurable wanderlust, and a mouth that curses a little too often, I was hardly anything close to the definition of motherhood. But then I met Lucy.
Today is my 31st birthday and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. I’ve been surrounded by friends and family, all of whom have shared in making this day so very special. Today marks another year, another opportunity to make changes, mark progress, and set forth intentions for the year to come. Six years and two weeks ago today, I took a risk in leaving a secure job and set forth my intentions to seek more fulfilling employment in a more creative environment. Six years ago to the day, I received news that the job I sought was mine. Though that chapter is now over, it was one of the best risks I’ve ever taken, one of the most formative experiences of my professional adult life.
Today, yet again, I begin another chapter – I have finally taken a risk and made the decision to do what I love. Though I’m a little nervous (honestly, downright scared!) I guess I’ll take it as a sign that I tend to begin important life cycles on my birthday. I guess I’ll say a little prayer that I hope I can continue to consider this date not just a birthday but the mark of an anniversary to celebrate great things. And with that prayer, I send my praises and thanks for the amazing people who have surrounded me each and every year, day in and day out. I am ever grateful for so many fulfilled wishes.