I’ve spent the last few days quietly celebrating my rebirth and happy dancing all over the place.
Not re-birth-birthday-related, I mean, more like life-related. It’s my one year anniversary from leaving my job to do this whole thing full-time, to explore what it is I want to be doing next, to soak up the summer rays, and stay in bed late on snowy mornings.
True to form, I even made a cake inspired by this one I adored by The Cilantropist.
And then I proceeded to sloppily eat half of it myself in a full-fists-into-devil’s-food-mess. No big deal.
It (my new life, not the cake) has been sustainable. And I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
I’m off to walk the dog on the beach and work on a cool new Anthropologie-inspired DIY project that you’ll be seeing soon enough before I get down to answering my emails and making the morning coffee (we switched to decaf, BTW, being jitter-free and level-headed is just more icing on the live-a-good-life cake).
So, with that said, go follow your wildest dreams today. I’m not trying to be all hokey and inspirational, just do what it takes to be a happier person.