Yesterday was a big day. It wasn’t just my birthday (and I love all things birthday) — 9/23 is the genesis for the house number I chose for this project. And it’s the anniversary of me quitting my full-time job to focus on this project.
Last year, my friend Julie gave me a gift of some neat candlesticks from Anthropologie with a fancy matchbook, this written on its cover:
That was the sign I needed. I’ve learned enough to know that life doesn’t line everything up in a row. It was time to take the leap.
I’m so glad I did.
A lot has happened over the past year, and it wasn’t without its challenges or periods of self-doubt, but I have never regretted not taking that leap.
I quit my job!
My mother thought I was crazy. Kinda think she still does, a little bit.
I went to New Orleans to celebrate my dear friend Julie’s 40th birthday, in the very same house we stayed in one year prior for my 40th birthday.
I had my very first 923 interview with the nicest guys ever.
We had a mini reunion with family from Iowa for Thanksgiving, which was awesome. Playing Cards Against Humanity after dinner with parents, aunts, and cousins was hilarious.
I met a drug-dealing motorcycle gang VIP. Despite some unsettling bits, our conversation was pretty powerful and gave me a lot to think about.
I celebrated Canadian Thanksgiving in Sea Ranch with friends. Have never done either before.
I embarked on the open road for two months, and I kinda can’t wait to do it again.
I spent too little time with Dan & Faye and their family at 923 Oak in Iowa.
I met more incredible residents of 923 Oak: Dan, Sally, Taylor and Mackenzie in Pennsylvania, Ben in Georgia, Jamie in Tennessee and Candace in Florida. You’ll get to meet them soon.
I got to celebrate this guy and his milestone birthday.
I celebrated 20 years of friendship in wine country with some awesome women.
I got to go back to Montana – a truly magical place.
And throughout it all, I got to come home to this.
I questioned and agonized and doubted and worried and felt frustrated that things were taking too long. I reminded myself to relax. Pretty sure I’ll be repeating that mantra until I am old and gray.
I continue to practice being still. That’s a really hard thing to do, but I’m understanding how incredibly important it is. My friend Beth just posted this quote, which I loved:
Solitude teaches us how to be present.
Silence teaches us how to listen.
Stillness teaches us how to act.
And I continue to count my blessings – so, so many, it brings tears to my eyes. As did this birthday card I opened yesterday from Faye & Dan in Iowa:
Thanks for being with me on my journey. Can’t wait to see where the road leads.