The first official week of 2019 has gone and passed real quick, and I have to say… it’s been amazing already. I can’t explain why for private and confidential reasons, but it all came as a surprise to me—and for that, I’m incredibly thankful for what’s happened thus far. It sets the tone for a great 2019 on the horizon, and I can’t wait to see what else the new year has to offer.
Holy my lanta – it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted anything, and for that, there will be a formal “update” post with what I’ve been up to and what’s coming to my blogosphere. But for now… I wanted to share a profound observation and experience I had recently…
It was midday at the Portland airport as I killed time waiting for one of my best friends to arrive. I was reading a book at Starbucks, facing the exit doors toward baggage claim.
Periodically I heard shouts and screams of joy and looked up (SQUIRREL!) to see people embracing, hugging, kissing, smiling. It’s like that opening and closing scene from one of my favorite movies I watch annually—Love Actually.
Witnessing everyone reunite with loved ones in these random unfolding moments is to witness love in its primal form. That moment of a jolt of happiness and the warm feelings of being with the people you love—whether it’s family, friends or your significant other.
Sometimes we categorize “seeing love” in specific defined moments around holidays, anniversaries, birthdays or relationships, but take a backseat and people-watch at airports (okay, but don’t get creepy) and you’ll see pure love at its finest!
It’s been a week since I turned 27, and since then, I’ve thought about my life and how it’s progressed, reviewing and reliving vivid things that constantly play in my head. I’m sure we all think about our life every day, but with three years to go ‘til the big 30, it hella puts my life into perspective. My ID may indicate that I am, indeed, 27, but I mentally feel like I’m still 22 – forever 22. Why? Because at this current moment, my life is not where I thought it would be. Things I thought I’d have accomplished by now are not fulfilled, and I’m still figuring myself out, trying to find out who I am.
This past week has been the epitome of undying support, and it ended with a cherry on top this weekend with my family. Since the publishing of Saudade, the support has been amazing, but it wasn’t until my Twitch TV live stream celebration, the celebration at Cork Cafe and the celebration at my aunt house that it all hit me in the feels. I’ve been thankful for everything thus far, but somehow I became speechless—like words couldn’t form in my brain and come out my mouth.