I’ll be celebrating my 31st Birthday at Olive or Twist Martini bar in downtown Portland tomorrow August 5th at 8:30pm. Come one, come all and have some good foods and say hello! If you’ve been a reader for awhile or even if you’re a new reader and just want to introduce yourself – stop by and have a drink!
Tomorrow I’ll be writing my 31st note to self. The note to self is a yearly tradition wherein I try to look at what I have been through in the last year and what I hope to accomplish or experience in the year ahead.
Last year as I turned 30 I was excited about finally becoming a woman. I was excited about a marker year that I felt was the culmination of my independence as a woman and the beginning of my new life as an adult.
This year, I am excited and ready to experience the new evolutionary stage of Bliss that includes love. I’m not sure what it will look like. I have no expectations about what will wow me, stun, or even seduce. This year is totally absolutely open to possibility!
After all, sometimes the least likely scenario is where the most promising adventures abound. Who would have thought a chain-smoking, borderline alcoholic, riding not a horse but driving a peddicab decorated in Mardi gras beads and skulls and crossbones – and wearing not shinning armor, but a beat up cowboy hat and touting the merits of the Jeff Buckley version of ‘Hallelujah’ could possibly, by any stretch of the imagination be the man to kiss me and open my eyes.
I’m not by any fairytale version a princess and I absolutely abhor the concept of the damsel. I’d rather catch spiders and take them outside than ever be in a position of needing rescue, especially the emotional variety. And just to put that in perspective – I’d rather jump out of an airplane with a sketchy parachute than catch a spider. So I guess all things considered, being a woman of questionable sexual virtues, who sips scotch, smokes cigars and plays poker is also the least likely version of a storybook princess. So maybe it’s not such a stretch of the imagination after all…
The point is this… It now seems like anything can happen. And this next year will be about all the fabulous unlikelyhoods of the new adventures of opening to all the things that make me vibrant!
Come celebrate. Come put in your two cents about the evolution of the human condition and the thrill of stepping into another year full of limitless possibilities.
See you there!
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