Today is my 37th birthday and I'm still standing. 36 was hard and deep and it deserves to be celebrated.
I want 37 to be the year of harvest. The year of gathering what I've sown, enjoying the juicy, ripe fruit of my work. I want 37 to be filled with soulfood moments, my favourite people, hugs, walks in nature, bike rides in parks, slow kisses, new books, homemade focaccia, late night conversations, double chin laughs, shamelessness, therapy , Hackney Gelato, swimming, cat hair, dresses, spa visits and massages, because in 37 years, I've only had one, linen scented body lotion, dancing in the kitchen, stability, tears of joy, planting flowers, honesty , collective care, extending my family, protecting and respecting boundaries, tenderness, work opportunities, confidence, depth, more sleep, courage to try, polaroid pictures, eye gazing, road trips out of town, singing along to music in the car, watching the night sky, holding hands, playing my Cello, learning how to make furniture, discoveries, healing the hurt, trusting my intuition the first time, hugging trees, good sex, handwritten letters, integrating the lessons, spontaneous phone calls, stretching my heart and taking up more space.
I want to break free from honouring others over honouring myself and one-sided effort. I want to believe in myself and choose with intention.
Someone said everything you do in life is motivated by love or fear. I have learned to make more love decisions and that’s how I want to move forward.
I want 37 to be love.
Do you have any wishes to add?
You are absolutely gorgeous, I envy your courage to be free and figure life out as you go. Bravery is beautiful!