To scoring the date…

 I think first dates are high stakes of pride and project: pride in the impression you make as your considerably best self, and Project in the fact that every 60 year wedding anniversary was once a First date. The good news is that love doesn’t hear a majority of things you are about to say but will tell you when you feel the right ones.

To embracing a year of challenges, adventures, and change…

 This year, I moved across state lines, changed jobs, left friends, learned to trust the good and wholeheartedly forgave the bad. I have felt the pokes of fait as it has become one of my most seriously consistent companions. Therefore, as look to my future, I am confident how I must approach the endless bouts and qualms that life entails. Rather than being remembered as someone who rolled with the punches, I want to celebrated as the one who danced with them instead. So, here’s to you 2020- let’s tango.

To the right perspective and a happy life…

LEAVES ON THE GROUND DON’T SYMBOLIZE A TREE’S FAILURE BUT INSTEAD, SERVE AS A REMINDER THAT IT WAS TIME FOR A NEW HAIRCUT. AS WE PUT OUR COMPLETE FAITH INTO THE HANDS OF THE UNKNOWN STYLIST, WE MUST ADMIT THAT WE ARE ALWAYS IN AWE OF WHAT SHE DOES. THANK YOU, MOTHER NATURE, FOR TELLING ME WHAT I NEEDED TO HEAR WITHOUT EVER SAYING A THING.

To knowing your more than just one in the crowd…

Pow! Not at you, but for you. Everyone has heard the start for today’s race as they finally set off to this battle across peaks and valleys. The crowd with unknown motivations and a common lust for adventure gathers here with you, shoulder to shoulder. Whether you are in the first half, or a minute behind: whether you have run plenty of marathons or this is your first, everyone is here because they qualified. Some people push, some people cheer, and some people act as though they are the only one on the street. You may not know what the crowd sees, but when you cross the finish line, your face will be remembered by passersbys. Settle into your pace and find your speed because this is defiantly not a sprint. You run this life; not the other way around.