Day 238: Eight.ThirtyOne.13

Something happened without my knowing it.

I just somehow lost interest in posting on social media excessively. And looking at my feeds excessively. Haven’t been doing much with email, either.

In fact, I have hardly turned on my computer the past few days. (Part of it may have to do with the monster noises it’s making – louder and louder each day as if to let me know its days are more than likely numbered). But more than that, I’ve just been less interested.

I suppose that’s not a bad thing.

Except that I have four events coming up within the next two weeks, and haven’t done a thing to promote them the way I should.

Guess I better strike a balance. And also beg my computer not to die on me.

Here’s to another day of creativity…

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Day 237: Eight.Thirty.13

Another random skill to add to my resume?

Choreographing marriage proposal flashmobs.

The fully developed plan by a friend of a friend went something like this:

1. Organize birthday trip for girlfriend to the outdoor screening of Grease in Rosslyn’s Gateway Park.
2. Dress up, pack picnic, get front row seats
3. In the final scene, jump up with 30+ others and dance in an organized flashmob, ending down on one knee with ring in hand

From an aww standpoint; it went swimmingly. She was surprised, overwhelmed, ecstatic. The whole thing was so cute and sweet and I was thrilled to be a part of it.

From a choreographer’s standpoint; it was a disaster. The nightmare kind you dream about before a big show in which you are afraid none of the dancers will remember or execute your movement correctly.

Except, this was no dream. And these were no dancers. (Save for my two friends who invited me to do this and actually did my choreo.)

I love that I had the opportunity to be a part of this magical night. It really truly was so well planned and wonderful. I had never met the couple before but I was tearing up for sure. You couldn’t help it. The entire crowd (and there were a lot of people) totally loved it.

I just, am pretty sure, if I was ever to do this again (and I would be happy to!), the control freak in me would need to reign in the participants and make sure they practice, practice, practice with me before the big night.

Here’s to another day of creativity…

Day 236: Eight.TwentyNine.13

Food. Friends. Another day of extending the birthday celebrations. Nothing better. Especially when one of those friends is a trained chef. Delicious.

Now if only natural bug repellant would actually keep the little creeps away.

Here’s to another day of creativity…

Day 235: Eight.TwentyEight.13

I manage to take situations – both good and bad – and determine exactly how they are going to play out in their entirety, all up in my head.

Like by the time date one is over, I’ve already concluded how the rest of our lives are going to go.

I know this is a typical way for women to think about relationships. Or at least, amongst my circle it’s fairly common. But I do it with everything. EveryThing.

It’s exhausting.

Saves little room for exploring and discovering and appreciating.

A lack of patience is something I’ve always struggled with, and in this instance it seems no different.

Except, this time, I’m hoping it can – I can – be different.

So that I can enjoy date two and three and… four? Who knows?

Not me. Because I haven’t thought as far as date four yet, of course.

Here’s to another day of creativity…

Day 234: Eight.TwentySeven.13

Thirty One.

What can I say?

It’s here. I am.

Last year, thirty, felt first like the end of the world as I approached, and then the beginning of a new world as I entered.

This year, with so many days of having people celebrate with me, the actual day didn’t feel much like anything other than a pretty great day.

Dinner, however, was spectacular.

And my mom’s tradition of ‘surprising’ me with a candle in my dessert just gets better with the years, too.

Especially this year when the entire restaurant decided to participate in the singing.

Here’s to another day of creativity…

Day 233: Eight.TwentySix.13

It’s such a twisted, complicated way of being – apologizing for feeling good about yourself.

I have a long way to go. To stop. Apologizing. Belittling.

But dammit, I deserve – DESERVE – to feel happy, beautiful, aLIVE.

And so – 31 – may this be the year I deeply, fully, allow myself to feel. be. love.

Here’s to another day of creativity…

Day 232: Eight.TwentyFive.13

Created this flyer to let the facebook friends know it’s time to party…

Photo by Aanya Photography. Styling by Styled by Ali.

Here’s to another day of creativity…

Day 231: Eight.TwentyFour.13

I kind of love celebrating my birthday. I stretch it out for as long as I can. Not so much because I need people to celebrate ME, but rather, because I love planning parties, and love even more celebrating – anything – with good friends, good music, good fun. And dancing. Of course dancing.

This isn’t any kind of milestone year. It’s just kind of a weird number, actually.

But I’m happy to be celebrating another year of life. A new year of adventures. And most importantly, a re-connection to myself. I feel more like myself at 31 – happier to be, to live, to dream – than I ever was at 21, or even at 30 for that matter.

Oh what a year can do.

I also am so appreciative for the man who carded me the other night and then told me I most definitely did not look 30. So it begins. I’ll happily take it.

I never thought I would be happy – proud even – to be in my 30s (I almost had a complete meltdown this time last year when I was saying goodbye to my 20s). But now, I’m ready to embrace all that life has in store for me. 31, here I come.

Here’s to another day of creativity…

Day 230: Eight.TwentyThree.13

My friend told me about Irish Car Bomb Cupcakes. CUPCAKES. GENIUS. Art, for sure.

I not-so-subtly shared on facebook that they are all I want for my bday this year…

Here’s to another day of creativity…

Day 229: Eight.TwentyTwo.13

Some DC street art and city views.

Here’s to another day of creativity…