I had the most lovely weekend, rambling about Savannah, GA with my husband for my birthday. For a more detailed account (and hopefully some pictures) check in with my other blog, The Gypsy Scribe, later on today.
I love birthdays. For me, they are the start of a fresh year. I know, the new year officially starts in January, but I like to think I get my own, personal New Year's party every year on 27 July. It's a time to celebrate, and a time to take stock. I like to spend some time on my birthday to reflect on things I accomplished in the past year and to up my goals from the one's I set in the past. This can be a sobering process as I feel I have very little to show for my time on earth so far.
But I'm feeling pretty good this year. I've got new goals, new dreams. I've got some self imposed deadlines which I'm excited about meeting. I'm going to be busier and more productive. It's a daunting task, this new year, but I'm ready and willing to meet the challenge head on and give it all I've got.
Here's hoping this year out shines the last!