last year on my birthday i was out in new york, deep in the taxi-d city, late late at night for days straight i think, running all over, wearing a best outfit, eating caviar and drinking fine champagne. i remember multimillion dollar apartment buildings and men in suits that cost more than most yearly salaries i will earn (though that is not really anything new; it did stick out on this day especially.) last year exactly at this time last year was decadent.
this year i took a self imposed birthday hiatus for a moment, and made sure i was home to my brooklyn bed somewhat early; sat in my apartment at 2 a.m., the time of my birth, and listened to the rain outside while thinking about what’s next to come for me. its going to be a big year. i have already put changes in place that are going to have tremendous effects on my life. a free lance job and a polyamorous relationship. no more desks and fewer life definitions. life is holding its arms out to me and i am all for it.
next year i will be freaking out about turning 30 sooner than later. this year i dont care much. if i retain a pretty young thing mindset i can own this for years to come. yoga water greens sleep sex new music, real life bonds, art, meditation, good walks, good cities, big newly explored countries>>> will keep us young. and new shoes. and causes we believe in. and big big big big love.