twenty-nine

 

I turned twenty-nine on the twenty-seventh.
the end of my twenties.
the almost thirty.
and I'm so damn ready to keep on keepin on
and rockin

every single second of it.

I absolutely feel 
my best 
right now.
more than I have in a very long time
...ever, maybe.

I feel like I'm exactly where I need to be,
living this ole life with honesty and kindness
and squeezing every single minute out of each day.
I'm at my best, in my prime
with my career
confidence
individuality
relationships
physical shape
friendships
contentment.

that's huge. i know that.
but it's true, really.

i have literally felt, watched and experienced
full circle situations
happen in my life over the past year
and full circle doesn't mean all sunshines and fairies.
sure the end product mimics such, but the heartbreak, disappointment & bullshit
leads to the
perseverance
that proves the power of a healthier individual, a more honest spirit & clearer heart.
moments that have brought me to my knees, and a few that are still a bit 
unbelievable.
but each generate enormous amounts of thanksgiving 
from every inch of my soul
on a daily basis.

that is what I know is true. that is what i know is good.

so on tuesday, i had a small dinner party 
we walked from my house to an awesome open air joint in my neighborhood
followed by a little porch party
with 8 of my people...
my family here.
it was fun and intimate and special.
drake made everyone go around the table and tell why they are
thankful 
for me.

i wasn't ready for it.
at all.

it was too much.
too much.
so honest. so humbling.
hard to accept. but my god, my heart was
overflowing.
heart. spaces. filled.

this is where i'm supposed to be.
in this twenty ninth year.
this is exactly what i'm supposed to be doing.

it's these pictures straight from my phone.

from every day, right here.

its spending a sunday surprising a girl friend who needed a pick-me-up

with fried chicken, fake krab dip, a case of coronas and a sheet cake

its taking beach trips with 7 friends, spending half the time eating oysters

and the other half at flora-bama acting like we were in college,

watching our best friend sing in front of a sold out 10,000+ plus and hearing nearly half of the audience

sing the words of his song {that we have heard a thousand times},

back to him.

its the thrill of standing at the top of scaffolding at 7am on a Saturday morning

watching the product of my work and asking 1,800 to wave at me

and my camera.

its the hours at a time spent on our porch when i'm silent.
or gut laughing.
or knee deep thoughtful & thoughtless conversations; even those that don't require eye contact.

its watching a dozen friends pull out a checkered sleeping bag and gather around our fire

in the front yard. in the middle of the city. and feel like we're in a pasture. 

at home. hundreds of miles away.

this is it.

it's right.

i'm ready to roll.

bring it on, twenty-nine.

we're gonna be friends, I can tell already.