Tomorrow is my birthday. Another year has passed. It’s time to reflect.
Twenty-eight was a good year. It was a hard year, but good things are coming from the struggles.
Trying New Things
I tried a lot of new things this year… made pottery for the first time; spoke at the Mid-Atlantic Congress for Catholic Leaders (my first National conference); shot a wedding (and got paid for it); the Orioles were ALDS champs and I went to my first playoff game…
It was a lot easier for me to say, “yes!” to the little moments in life. Spontaneity isn’t my forte, but I realized sometimes it can be fun.
My travels this year were mostly local. I went “down the ocean.” I traveled to New York a couple of times: saw the Macy’s Christmas window display (bucket list item checked), met Zac-Freaking-Levi (unknown bucket list item checked), and saw Aladdin on Broadway.
I visited a friend in Chattanooga and enjoyed complete tourist mode including Lookout Mountain Incline Railway and the Walnut Street Bridge. It’s a cute city and I can’t wait to go back.
Finally, the most important event/travel/moment was…
Two years ago I found myself in the mountains of Haiti and my life was changed forever. One of my daily prayers since that trip in 2012 has been “Lord, please get me back to Kay Mari.” That prayer was answered twice this year and every trip was, again, a life changing trip.
Each time, the missionary group I take down grows bigger. Each time, I fall more in love with the children of Kay Mari. Each time, it gets harder to leave.
If I had to summarize twenty-eight in one word, the word would be growth. I gained more independence and learned the importance of intentional relationships. I’m understanding what makes me come alive. I’m learning what I need to do to get where I want to be.
I don’t know what twenty-nine has in store, but I’m ready for whatever it is.