In the last few minutes of my birthday, I want to say this: It's always a joy to find renewed hope and strength when one is in the lowest of dumps.
Thirty one.
What a whirlwind year it's been. I just kissed thirty goodbye one night ago, and now, I'm embracing the first of my fourth decade. I'm staring adulthood in the face. How nerve-wracking. Yet what I like about this is not having seen this side of myself before, and all things considered, it's not too bad. Thirty-one is not a scary other side of the coin; it's not greyness and decrepitude. It's actually...the same, only better.
Today I have witnessed my system crash, and shut down. And that's not a bad thing. I think I needed to crash and burn on my 30th year. It was the only way I could turn my inner switch back on.
It's time to Reboot.
