Around my birthday, I get a little nostalgic. I wrote this in my journal a year ago, and I think it's pretty ironic:
"One big thing I have been thinking about a lot is this deep-set desire within me to spend time abroad. I think this next coming year is going to be the year for preparation. It is going to be a big 'prep' year. I don't know, I just feel it in me, that God is pushing me in this direction more and more. It has been inside of me, and every time I think about it, it motivates me and terrifies me all at once.
Anyway, I am blabbing… but this year is going to be a year of change. As I was writing this morning – I wrote about how 26 years old marks a new season, a new chance for starting over, for becoming. I am ready for the adventure, I am ready to wake up again to newness, to be taken by surprise, to keep letting life fill me with all of it's beautiful, scary surprises."
Happy birthday to me, 2012! Twenty-seven marks another new path, and I am ready for it.
