Beth’s birthday party was a few weeks ago. We all went bowling to celebrate. Originally, we were supposed to go after the family reunion for my birthday. But we were tired. Then we made plans for July, but the bowling alley had a tournament going. So finally we went in August. We had a super fun time together as a family.
My birthday came and went. Beth, Mike, and I went to Magnolia and gorged on delicious cocktails and food. We saw The Piano Guys, which was fabulous.
The weekend after, I went to the Getty with Jocelyn. They had a few exhibits on religious art, plus an exhibit on Yvonne Rainer (modern dancer/choreographer). Then we feasted at Islands.
Last week, before class, I went to the Santa Monica Pier. It was cloudy and sultry – absolutely lovely.
I spent a few days with my parents for the 4th. We grilled hot dogs and pork chops, and roasted star shaped marshmallows.
Five days until I go to Texas! I’m super excited. Amanda and I have the whole nine days all planned out with sewing, movies, karaoke, Hurricane Harbor… all sorts of fun. Meanwhile, I need to purchase a luggage scale so my suitcase doesn’t go over 50 lbs!!
Time for my annual birthday post.
Last year, I wrote:
So now I’m looking ahead at 26. I’m moving out in 8 days. I have no idea what the next year is going to look like. I have absolutely no doubts that it will have some dark, rough times. But I hope it will have some wonderful, happy times, too. I hope that, one year from today, I’ll look back and say, “Wow. 26 was actually a really good year.”
Oh boy, what a year it’s been. I had nightmares and panic attacks up until about two months ago. I spiraled into a dark place in November, when I filed for divorce. Around early May, things started getting brighter. I think it was a mixture of making new friends, enjoying my classes, and working towards a goal I’ve had for years – grad school. I’ve had a lot of happy times – Gina’s wedding, the holidays, the women’s retreat last month. I’ve spent a lot of time with my family, more than I have in ages, and I’ve really enjoyed that. Mom is, more and more, becoming my friend. Dad is always a treat, and it’s fantastic to see Kim growing up before my eyes.
26 was a pretty decent year.
But this year, I’m looking forward to more happiness. I want to prioritize traveling and preparing for the GRE this fall. I’m going to try avoiding spending time on boys, but focusing more on my passions and goals.
I’ve seen this floating around on Pinterest for awhile, and I really like it. I like how it encompasses this idea of choosing to be single, having a fantastic, incredibly fun life. I think, next year, when I write this post, I want to look back and say, “Wow, I had a lot of fun being 27.”
Saturday night, I went down to Cerritos to spend the night at my parents.
On Sunday, we all went to church together, then we got Arby’s. We had planned on getting Chinese from our favorite place, but it was closed. The owners went to a family reunion.
Things have been going well recently. My divorce was final in May, and things have been calm.
Early in May, Mom, Kim, Beth, Aunt Debbie, Cousin Heidi, and I went on a women’s retreat. It was really fun to be all together.
Later in May, Mom, Dad, Kim, and I went to the Getty. I took a half day at work, and they picked me up on the way there. We saw the Victoria & Albert exhibit, the gardens, plus a few others. It was really nice!
For Memorial Day, we christened Mom’s new grill, and we had a feast of sausages, veggies, and a bastardization of the American Flag, made with chocolate and carrot cake.
So things are going great. I’m about ready to kick off the summer with the family reunion and my birthday. I’m super excited for all the fun!
Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It’s the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.
- Jack Gilbert, from poets.org