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Today is my birthday

1-25-2016. I’m another year older. Another year clueless. But, I have a more tangible insight as to where my life is going and how I’m getting there. 2015 was not glamorous by any means (besides my trips to the Philippines and to Baltimore with my girls). In fact it was probably one of the worst years of my life, if not the worst. Contrast that to the previous year, 2014, which was undoubtedly the best year of my life. The year of travel, freedom, soulful luxury and wholeness. I felt more sure of my identity than ever before. My end to 2014 and beginning to 2015 were magical. I was able to spend time with some of the people who mean the most to me. For my birthday last year, I got to see some of them in the same room interacting with one another, meeting each other. I love bringing brilliant people together. People I believe in, people who believe in me. After they left I thought about what 2015 would bring; I never felt more unsure in my life. Regardless, I was elated by them caring enough for me to come together and celebrate.

In 2015, I experienced an arduous job searching stupor (still kind of am) which featured very promising interviews and interactions, but outcomes that were only semi-fruitful and not enough. I often felt choked betwixt the layers of reality and fantasy. Doubtful about choosing the necessary evils that would ultimately help me reach my dreams. For the record, I still plan on pursuing an acting career. Where and exactly when I will actively begin my journey is unknown to me (currently leaning towards NYC, who’s with me?). However, I am super close to paying off my student loans and once that happens, I immediately plan on saving enough money to seek the life my soul aches for.

Other things happened last year that I don’t wish to disclose as I don’t wish to reflect on them any further. But I’m praying to God that 2016 is much better. Please God let it be. I now know though, that we’re all on a journey together. I’ve come to realize that I need to constantly work at being who I want to be. It’s not a dream anymore. I’m not a kid in school. It’s become my concrete reality and my youth is gliding on the ice. One of my resolutions for the new year is to say yes to things, invitations, people, I normally would say no to. My world has been too controlled by me thus far. I want to broaden it and my experiences, the depths of my senses and relationships. You never know who you’ll meet or what you’ll learn.

Studying in Jerusalem taught me the importance of being open to opportunities. When I went to my first ever strip club in Tel Aviv, I initially refused because it wasn’t how I imagined my first experience to unfold. I was with two friends and we had just come from swimming in a gym pool- my hair was dry and unkempt, I was wearing the most basic jeans and a pull over hoodie. This was not how I wanted to feel or look entering a strip club for the first time! But I was convined to stay by one of my friend’s friends. As he introduced himself to me, he looked me right in my eyes and shook my hand, he kept his eyes on me and didn’t let go of my hand. I complained to him how crappy I looked. “You’re hot. You should see how the other guys look,” he replied. My jaw dropped on the inside and all of a sudden I felt ready to go 🙂

I guess this birthday blog post is basically about me using lessons I learned in 2014 and 2015 to guide my 2016. Which actually means I should relinquish some control. This year I want to work harder and stay more focused, but it’s time to let things happen! Let happiness happen. Let simplicity happen. Let love happen. Let friendship happen. Let boredom happen. Let it all happen. But then deal with it. Analyze it. Move on. Start over. 12 months to go. I hope I’ll see you there. xo

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Pre-Birthday Winter Infinity

Today I found out that my friends actually read what I write. All writers know that we put ourselves into what we create, so when someone reads what we’ve written, they’ve gained a look into our perspectives. We willfully let them have access to that knowledge. We release those pieces of reality out into the universe in the way we choose to. That’s what I admire about writers. That’s what people mean when they tell me how brave I am for writing about something. It’s always been my nature for me to get my peace out there, to express myself, to be honest in framing my truth. I want to be a genuine story teller. I want for people to be able to connect with my spirit on the quietest, most anonymous level. It’s awe-inspiring to think about being able to put something out there and it being consumed and spat out in completely unique fashions every time. I want for all consumers to taste my spirit. I want to be able to unlock unknowable truths in the heart of the individual.

Tonight a friend sent me a letter that he wrote to an ex boyfriend explaining a recent difficult situation dealing with family and personal issues. Near the end of it, I looked up from where I was reading and gasped in horror at my realization of the delicate destruction of the human soul in everyone that I knew, casually or deeply. I teared as my mind filled with images of friends and their individual personal struggles. Some of them pick people who treat them like they’re nothing, some have accepted that they will never have a relationship with their parents, some have grown up with parents who never believed in them or showed them true love, some have parents who wish they could change their sexuality, some are lost and floating in the curse of repetition. Some have battled eating disorders and have never seen themselves as beautiful. Some have parents who have only pushed them one direction without any real support. Some live with the pain of not knowing their true worth or being scarred by the loss of a loved one. I felt the weight of our collective struggles and caught a glimpse of the true skeleton of being human.

We are all going through something. We all have shit that we carry and allow to influence our lives. I thought of my friend who sent me this letter whom I’m not even close with nor have even spoken extensively to in a long time. But his letter reminded me that we all live with some form of pain. That my pain does not have the final say. That we must unite and remember each other as people who also experience shittiness. We all have some kind of gray cloud, we all know what darkness is. I want to recognize that in everyone and I want that recognition to permeate through my relationship with everyone I meet or know. I want to start seeing people as people and not always align them with how I’m letting my pain affect me for the day. I’m not saying that my personal struggles shine through every day, because they don’t. I’m happy. I’m happy because I see the beauty in life where people sometimes fail to notice and I feel okay when I realize I am living within it. I feel blessed and content in recognizing the privilege I have over many others; the privilege of growing up American, having middle class working parents, a college education, food in the fridge, freedom of religion and speech, friends who care about the real me, and outlets for my creative expression. It is the night before my birthday party and hopefully I will still be having one. It’s snowing beautifully right now and I texted a close friend that I wish he was here with me so we could watch Perks of Being a Wallflower and drink hot drinks. If I ever felt infinite the way they did in that story, I would say I’m feeling it right now. Staring outside my window at the serenity of snow, watching the street become painted in white. It’s 2:43 AM, but it feels like time is frozen. I have stepped outside the daily orbit of humanity and am looking outside its bubble. My heavy eyelids suddenly beckon me to return and in a few moments I will brush my teeth, wash my face, prepare myself for bed. Goodnight beautiful universe.