Today, we celebrated ten years of Emet Preston Miller!
I know I said yesterday that I’d be back today with something lovely, but the truth is, throwing a surprise party is kind of consuming, and I haven’t managed to finish that post just yet. Instead, I’ll tell you that the look on Emet’s face when he realized what was happening was something I’ll never forget.
Oh, how I love that son of mine. What a guy.
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There is so much that I’d like to say about how I feel about this country, and what the Declaration of Independence means to me. And while doing a little research on the subject, I came across this video essay by Bill Moyers which beautifully articulates the paradox that exists between, as he puts it, “what we know and how we live.”
I do believe that all are created equal. I do believe in the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. I do believe in justice for all. And I believe that most people in this country feel the same way that I do, which is confused by the choices our government continues to make in the name of the preservation of freedom.
Today, I celebrate bravery. The kind that is willing to risk everything in order to stand with integrity and defend the honor of a nation founded on the principles of free speech and the right to peaceful protest. I stand with people like Edward Snowden, Wendy Davis, and the countless others who so courageously continue to fight to protect the people of this country. It is because of them that I remain hopeful in the legacy of a home for the free and the brave.
We’re halfway through 2013. What?!
It is crazy to think that it was six months ago that I sat down at my fancy new workstation (thanks, santa!) and spent literally ALL DAY making this vision board. Maybe not all day, but it took much longer than I thought it would because Photoshop is hard?
I’ve kept it as a thumbnail on my desktop since that day, and every so often I open it up, reminding myself of the goals I set out to accomplish when this year began. It is particularly poignant today, in that while I’ve managed to make strides in the right direction, I still have quite a few things left to accomplish. The good news is that it is easily my favorite month of the year, and I’m feeling as focused and creative as ever.
Hip hip hooray!
PS: A wonderful Waldorf teacher, Lisa Profumo, is holding a workshop tomorrow evening in Los Angeles which focuses on the Four Temperaments + Parenting, a topic very near and dear to my heart. More information can be found here.
PPS: Now that Google Reader has retired, you can either follow my blog with Bloglovin or use feedly, which is what I have used for years and highly recommend. And since we’re on the topic, I’d love to know which blogs you’re currently loving. Right now, my favorite is A House in the Hills.
I have thirty days left of being thirty. How did this even happen?
I’m definitely one of those people who thought things about thirty, about what it would mean to be thirty, and what my life would look like when I finally turned thirty. And while, over the years, expectations surrounding this monumental birthday shifted, never did I imagine that I would spend my thirtieth year struggling to reclaim myself.
Needless to say, thirty came without as much jubilation as I had anticipated and, quite frankly, I can’t quite bear to see it go out the same way. Because what thirty did come with was a certain kind of renewal, a surprising excavation of previously undiscovered potential combined with the release of a lot of negative energy. This year, I have loved and been loved more deeply than ever before, and I appreciate my life a lot more than I used to. I’m pretty sure this is what it feels like to be an adult.
Which is not to say that I’m grown up. I’m not. But I’m getting there.
Here’s a little secret. This very blog began, with humble tumblr roots, as a daily writing experiment. I wanted to see if I could write and publish something every day for thirty days, and I did. It was the first time I had ever done that, and it was the beginning of one of my most prolific periods. And one of the happiest.
In honor of this year, this strange and beautiful year, I have decided to dedicate the next thirty days to the very same goal. Writing and wellness have always gone hand in hand for me, so it seems a rather full circle sort of way to acknowledge it all – the fact that, eleven months ago, I was as depressed as I’d ever been and now here I am, ready to write. On a daily basis! Oh, I have waited a long time to get to this place.
Thirty years, to be exact.