Unlike years past, there was nothing planned for my birthday. Literally, I said I will see how I feel in reference to making plans on the Saturday before #CiDay.
Who are you? And where is Ciera? You know the one who plans like her life depends on it.
She is still around just taking a much needed bird's eye view. You see this last year has been something special. Running into to thirty full-throttle did something for her well-being. It was exactly the kind of year she wanted. A YEAR OF YES.
Last year's mantra was about living with intention, living out loud. It was a drastic change from the normal organize/prepare, plan, contingency plan, and execute....
On one hand, I hired a travel agent, planned and had a contingency for traveling to the Bahamas, and then on the other I literally hopped in a car and rode to Canada just because; and it was a blast. I've had champagne and I danced on the table in my dreams, why not in-real-life? I have never been at that level of spontaneity in my life. It felt good to just go, be free, let my hair down, live a little.
I said yes to just doing. I said yes to being a mompreneur. I said no to others while saying yes to myself because I learned that self-care isn't selfish.
On CiDay, I was awakened by the call of my new name, Mama. Beez and baby showered me with forehead kisses and wished me the happiest of birthdays. On my way to work I received a call from my coworker who informed me of a fatal car accident and the delay it caused. After getting my MPL (Starbucks birthday reward), I set off to sit in the morning traffic.
In true Ciera fashion though, there had to be some pondering on the year I was leaving behind and formulating a way forward, not to mention the fatal accident I just learned about.
This time is was different, in that having experienced treasured moments that will forever be imprinted in my memory and on my heart, it gave me a clearer lense to look through.
As I crept along RT28, my heart was heavy thinking of the person who lost their life hours earlier. Did he or she have kids, were they married, did they tell the people they care about that they did in fact care? That person had no idea that, 18 Sept would be their last day on Earth. Immediately overcome with emotion I decided that Year 31 would be dedicated to gratitude.
Love. Sweat. Peace. Reflection. Action. Intentional living. GRATITUDE.
As I was blessed that morning to see another day and each day hereafter, I am reminded that life should not be taken for granted and the people in it are worth the time and energy to continue relationship fostering. I am reminded of life's precious gift daily when I look at my now 2 year old.
I arrived at work safely and was greeted by Unicorn streamers, balloons, gifts, and a cake. It was a beautiful surprise to feel that love at my place of employment. They expressed their gratitude towards me and it was that much more clear that it was the word for Year 31.
A continuation of Year of Yes, of Intentional Living with a sprinkles of spoken appreciation to those around me. Loving them on purpose, positively speaking into their lives, showing my gratitude.
So with that faithful readers, I appreciate your consistency, your encouraging words to continue writing, and the love shown for my art therapy.
May you always know that I am grateful for your support to my blog and to my business.
Thirty and Thriving in a new year,
C.
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