Hi. Remember me? No, that’s okay. I’m not offended. I barely remember me, also. It’s like I stepped into a UHAUL, which was actually a portal to another dimension called New York City. This other dimension was a strange mix of excitement, heartbreak, stress, and opportunity. It was also home to strange, pungent, terminals called subways, where large foreign creatures scurried between its tracks. These creatures, which could only be described as something between a hamster and a cat, secretly ruled the city and plotted to take over this other dimension when it’s native beings were not paying attention
They were called Rats. HUGE rats that I still can’t deal with. Every time I see one scampering between the subway tracks, it’s an internal struggle of amusement, intrigue, and complete disgust. I think most of my amusement and intrigue comes from deep down hoping they are running off to fight a bunch of talking turtles.
This weekend, I decided to get out of the city for a few days, with hopes of defragging my mind, catching up with my friends, and OH YEAH, celebrating my 25th birthday. Go ahead, crack your over the hill jokes. Come at me bro. I’m in my prime! I had a lot of time to reflect this weekend about all of the cool opportunities life has given me, and all of the challenges I’ve faced.
Somehow, in the midst of my mid twenty adventures, my blog also turned 1 year old. That sounds lame, doesn’t it? I cannot believe I have been blogging on Findingravity (I admit, some weeks more actively than others) for a year. Wasn’t I just sitting in a coffee shop last week trying to get my life together? Why yes, yes I was, but it was a different coffee shop, and I’ve sort of accepted the fact that even with the successful career that I was so desperately searching for a year ago, nobody my age REALLY has their life together.
This weekend, I also had a lot of time to reflect on how long it’s been since I’ve blogged, and how much I miss writing. I always promised myself never to be that person who let work consume her, but when your hairdresser tells you that you have no life, you have no other choice but to step back and reevaluate.
That, AND, I’ve missed all of you so very much.
I’d love nothing more than spend the next few weeks really cracking down on my blog and getting it back into Tough Mudder shape. So I’m going to kick this off by showing you a little slice of my New England reunion, and how I spent my 25th birthday.
(Side note: I have a few girlfriends that I caught up with this weekend who explained Tough Mudder to me. I now think they are clinically insane. Have any of you done it? It sounds terrifying!)
Also, I cut my hair. Enter….BANGS! Ch-ch-changes.
Sweater c/o Francesca’s