Happy Birthday to Me

28 years old! I've spent the weekend doing all the things I love with a menagerie of friends who I am inspired by, in awe of and grateful for everyday.

This is my first blog posting in over three months...sounds like confessional right?
I feel a bit like that this morning. Honestly, I have felt like that on many birthday morning. I look at birthdays as the ultimate time for reflection and opportunity to launch an exploration of what is possible.

In my early twenties I made a habit of writing myself a letter the evening before my birthday and saving it to open on the next birthday. The letters often talked about the place I was at the time I wrote them, where I hoped to be and what commitments I would make to myself over the coming year. There was something about sealing the envelope and tucking into a file box along side my birth certificate and passport that gave it tremendous weight.

I don't recall why or when exactly I stopped writing myself birthday letters but I did. This morning I woke up compelled to return to the process. So before I jump on my bike for an endless birthday ride in the sun I am going to write myself a letter, sign it, seal it and tuck it away until next year.