Last week I celebrated another revolution around the sun.
I wouldn’t say I feel a year older. Quite the opposite, really. I don’t know what it is, but a few of my friends and I feel 10 years younger than our actual age. We feel healthier; we feel more at peace with who we are and our past; we feel like we will take over the world this time but do it with more sleep and less drama.
We have a clearer vision of what we want, the flexibility to get there, and the wisdom to truly enjoy the process. It feels like my 26-year-old self is back but more self-assured, more forgiving, less stressed, and more fun.
Around this time last year I was at an “intermission of sorts,” figuring out where I wanted to go, what I wanted to do, who I was, and who I wanted to become. Did I answer those questions? Most and more. I knew I wanted to be in grad school (and I am), but I never imagined I’d be writing an original musical. I had only set my sights on writing and performing my poetry on stage again. It really is quite a wonder how the universe works sometimes.
Where will the next revolution around the sun take me?
I’ve got some ideas.
three generations 