Last night was the annual Big BBQ Bday Bash, which is my secret excuse to get some of my favorite people into one building and make them hang out together and eat my food. As expected it was wonderful, with some glaring absences making it a little bittersweet. I don't feel any older which is a good thing I guess, but feeling older is also a sign of progress, of moving forward in life and not pretending to stand at one age or in one time. 19 was very different than 21 as 22 was worlds away from 20. I hope that 23 will be leaps and bounds above 22. This past year was a tough one for me on multiple levels. I'm praying that 22 was like getting soil ready for a garden: ripping out the weeds, digging up and turning over to bring to light and air all that was underneath, enriching its qualities with nutrients and testing its properties to find out what it is best suited for. I pray 23 will be the planting of those seeds and the fulfillment of the promise of growth.
After all, it's like my friend Jenny said: 23 is your Jordan year, you get to fly in your own way. I told her I'd learn to dunk this year like Jordan but somehow I don't think she believed me.
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