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As the big 3-0 quickly approaches (362 more days, people!), I felt the urge to start a new art journal to document the journey to 30. It's just an old book with some of the pages glued together for extra support. No rules. Just getting whatever I'm feeling out onto paper.
I'm feeling good these days.
On Wednesday, we picked up the newest addition to our little family. Hamburgers, a 6-month-old Miniature Schnauzer mix, came from the local shelter and he is just as sweet as can be. We had been wanting a dog for a long time, and I'm still having a hard time believeing we finally have one.
Welcome home, little guy.
My 29th birthday is quickly approaching. In fact, it's in just nine days. Because life is moving by at lightning-fast speed these days, it will be here before I know it, so I thought now is a good time to reflect on 28.
I can sum it up pretty quickly: It was hard. Really hard. I received my promotion just about a week after my birthday, and in an instant my life changed. In all areas of my life, I've stumbled. I've said the wrong thing, or have made the wrong decision. I've had victories and reasons to celebrate. At times I've felt completely lost, and at other times I've felt completely secure. Such is life, isn't it?
I think the important thing is that with each stumble I brushed myself off and got right back up. I allowed myself time to feel lost. I forgave myself for some of my mistakes. I patted myself on the back whenever I did something good.
When you're little, you say to yourself "I'll have it all figured it out by the time i'm X years old." But do we ever have it all figured out? No. And is that OK? Absolutely. My life would be so ... boring ... if I had it all figured it out. You have to give yourself room to wander, to be lost, to be found. Because it's in that journey that you find out who you are.
So, 28? You were rough, but you were necessary. And when it comes down to it, you really were quite wonderful. And 29? Bring it on. I'm sure you'll be even better.
We've lived in our little house for a little over two months now. Slowly, but steadily, we've been adding things to complete the look of each room. No matter how many things we added to each room (or took away), things didn't feel quite right.
For some reason we hadn't hung our small collection of prints on the wall yet. Yesterday, we pulled out the hammer, level, and nails, and got to work. After we finished, we stepped back, and the living room finally felt right.
When in doubt, hang something pretty on the wall. It changes everything.
