On one hand, I am super stoked to tell you how my year ended and all about my big birthday weekend and how I had several mini-breakdowns on my way to turning 30.
On the other, a month into being 30 years old, all I can think about lately is where I was a year ago at this time. Back when I was energized about being a mere 29 and ready to tackle new things everyday. I'm not really a huge Halloween fan, but thinking about last year's trip to the Haunted House and making pumpkin pie and my Festival 8 trip to Palm Springs and San Francisco and Boston has made me insanely nostalgic. I'm sure it's nothing more than wishing I was headed out of town for a two week whirlwind trip of music and adventure instead of going to Columbia for the night to hang out with my parents (though they are awesome too).
I told Katy recently that I wondered if I was stalling on writing the blog because maybe I'm subconciously trying to keep the blog going forever.
"What if," I tearfully asked her, "This past year is the most interesting thing that I ever do?"
She comforted me kindly and assured me that there was no way that would ever be the case. Project 29 to 30 was merely the kickoff to a whole new realm of possibilities, she said with certainty. If that's true, then, I wonder why I am so hung up with where I was a year ago?
I don't know why, I just feel strange.
So for those of you who have been here since the beginning, and for those of you just joining us, won't you humor me for a moment and go back a year to enjoy the days leading up to Halloween last year?
You won't regret it. I promise.