The sun has long since set on the first day of the last year of my 20's. In an hour and a half, eastern standard time, it will be day 2 of the last year of my 20's. Last night I ended my birthday celebration in a bar surrounded by friends of the boy who broke my heart. Ironic, right? Everyone else had dwindled away because of work, or drunkenness, or sleep, or some other reason that was dire. I was not very excited about turning 29 and on top of that I held myself together through dinner and drinks with the boy who broke my heart by side. I know it sounds strange, but hey that's how I roll. We began making a list, a bucket list of you will, but of things to do while I am 29. Some of them are very simple: Smile more often. Finish things that I start. Some of them have a bit more depth: Walk across the entire 29th street from the east side to the west. Paint a picture, which thanks to my amazing room mate I now have the supplies to do. Give $29 to a charity or a random homeless person. Some of them are terrifying: Skydive. Take trapeze lessons. Go on a hot air balloon ride.
I may not accomplish all of them. The list s currently up to around 140, and tomorrow I plan to start checking things off. It was such a strange ending to an odd birthday that I wasn't excited about, and it somehow brought me so much joy and clarity.
At the end of this day I am going to bed with a heart that is much less broken and the possibility of a friendship that should I want it, that will last forever.
