December 31st has been a special day for the last four years. It’s the day I reflect on all that I have learned since I began this blog on this day. Now I know that I’ve been pretty absent the last three months, but life does that.
I turned 30 on a Thursday in May. The day was a typical spring day in Southern California. I stayed in bed a little longer than usual since I took the day off. No one should work on their birthday and especially not a milestone birthday. Nope, I had big plans for the day. I would spend the day alone to get a little pampered and treat myself.
First off, it’s hard to believe that 2014 is just a few hours from being a thing of the past. It was a truly remarkable year full of lots of unexpected surprises, delights, and some sad news. I watched blogging friends welcome babies, buy a home, complete a triathlon, live the wild and cancer-free life, travel to the Last Frontier, explore everything that New York City has to offer, and showcase the most delicious meals and gorgeous photographs.
Tradition has always been very important to me. I stubbornly abide by traditions each and every year. To me, they are something to be relied on and something to look forward to. You know exactly what to expect and disappointment usually only comes when plans change. I am a stickler for upholding holiday traditions, much to the annoyance of my family who like to mix it up from time to time. The night before Christmas has always been dear to my heart, probably moreso than the actual holiday (and you know how much I love that).
This is my time of year. I love Christmas! It’s the season of giving and everyone seems a little jollier. You’ve got the great Christmas classics on TV and the radio. Houses and shops are festively decorated. Packages arrive at the house almost daily and cards are delivered with joyful wishes and season’s greetings. And let’s not forget about the eggnog! It’s a happy time to be a happy person. Though this year, the holidays seem rushed and have come out of nowhere, I am getting into the spirit and helping others get into it as well. Baxter has his stocking hung by the fireplace and I am hosting our family’s Christmas get-together next weekend. As much as I love this time, I have some holiday confessions I need to get off my chest.
What do you believe in? What beliefs make you you?
A personal philosophy is something that everyone should have. I’m not talking about religion. No, personal philosophies are much more complex than that. Not that religion isn’t important, but this isn’t a post about religion in the traditional sense. While philosophy and religion can go hand in hand, one greatly influencing the other, there is much more to a person than religion and that is what I want to discuss. Our experiences not only make us who we are, but inspire how we perceive situations and how we react to what happens to us. While some beliefs may be silly, others are much stronger in molding our character and ourselves into the kind of people we want to be.
And with that said, these are some of the things that I wholeheartedly believe in. Continue reading
I just spent the entire day at a theme park with two kids under the age of eight, each vying for my undivided attention. Oh, and did I mention I stayed up way too late last night after running a 5K in the morning, taking a dog to the beach, and meeting Jason Segel? It’s been a pretty busy weekend and I’m pooped. I’m about to curl up with Jake in a bit and promise to have something more meaningful to say tomorrow.
October is finally here. It’s time for pumpkin spice lattes and endless bags of Halloween candy. My schedule is filling up for the month and there’s just so much to do each weekend. No wonder kids these days get a “fall break.” This was one of those busy weekends with birthday dinners, UFC fights, wine walks, and The Walking Dead streaming on Netflix. Needless to say, I’m pooped and ready to call it a night.
Gone Girl is waiting for me.
As I sit here falling asleep and realizing that tomorrow is Monday and not Sunday, it’s time for me to drag myself to bed. I will get back to a real post tomorrow, but tonight, my bed is calling.
One minute everything is going perfectly and the next, a bump in the road leads you down a path you’ve already seen before. No one is immune to a setback. I foolishly believed that I could never go back and here I am, about to do something that I never imagined I would have to do.
Remember a few months ago when I was really, really scared about something? Well, I’m ready to tell you what that is, dear Wonderlings. Be warned, there is no ending to this story. Not yet at least.