When I’m invited to celebrate a friend’s birthday, I always try to find a time over drinks or cake or tacos to ask for her “high” and “low” of her last year. It’s not my favorite question, because life really happens between the high’s and low’s, doesn’t it? But asking what elates and devastates a person honors both the beauty and brokenness a year can bring.
Well, today it’s my birthday, the last of my 20’s. And so, a smattering of highs, lows and in-betweens from the past year:
I hiked Cinque Terre, was underwhelmed by the Mona Lisa, suffered migraines, toasted seven years of marriage, ran in Greenwich Park with my best friend, made 84 podcast episodes with said friend, hosted my family for Christmas, learned to apply liquid eye liner, left my job, wrote a novel draft, learned my Enneagram type (1), attended a taping of The Late Show with my beloved Colbert, sent embarrassing texts to the wrong people, made pleather pants a wardrobe staple, said goodbye to Don Draper, walked my dog about 325 times, and perfected my Gin Mule.
Most loved books
Things I made
My favorite thing I wrote was this essay I submitted to a contest. It didn’t win, and it’s just been sitting on my desktop, but I still love it.
While I’m no Oscar Wilde, I’m a sucker for aphorisms.
I never feel like reflecting on my year, but I’m always glad when I do. The process leaves me grateful for what God has done in spite of me, the people who love and challenge me, and the time I’ve spent making things. 28 was a good year.