I suppose I should have called this blog LIVING My 32nd Year instead of Surviving My 32nd Year. Because, for the first time in my life, I feel like I've actually been living. Before my 32nd birthday everything that I did seems as though I were walking in a state of dreaming. I did everything in automatic, more often doing what I should than what I deeply wanted to do. And, through this year's journey I might now, just maybe, have some understanding of my life, my past, and the reason I function the way that I do. An experience is far more impressive when you have to describe what is happening to a mass of people. Everything that I did was a potential story to be passed on so all of my senses felt hightened. Suddenly, I was almost superhuman, I could smell the flowers, hear music in the wind, feel the rocky mountains I had to climb and see the pebbles on the road beneath my feet. Why it took me thirty-two years to wake up, I'm not certain, but I believe that this was always in the cards for me. The world that I knew was always supposed to dissappear forever, like death, and make way for the birth of a new soul in me. Forcing myself to follow my dreams instead of just letting them float around in my brain, has been so fulfilling, and has made me ever more grateful to be alive.
For those of you who have been following my journey this year, I'm sure you're curious to know how the last few weeks have developed or want to know how it will end, for that matter. Because my 32nd year is soon drawing to a close I've been trying to fill as much of that time concurring a few of those hopes and dreams I've set for this year. Due to this, I haven't been able to sit down at my desk (or corner in a room) to write anything legible enough for anyone to read of my current scribblings, in time to post on this blog before its expiration. However, I've decided to turn Surviving My 32nd Year into book form which include the conclusion of this story, an extension of the posts at the beginning of the blog, as well as an addition of others that I have left out in between. With that being said, look for this extended and unabridged publication of Surviving My 32nd Year, hopefully, before end of 2014.
To all of my readers, friends and family...thank you for all of your support, comments, critiques (good and bad) and your tender loving care. You have given me the chance to follow a dream to write and the courage to open my mouth. I never would have had the confidence to continue what I started without you. I've shed some tears, pulled out a few hairs, laughed...a lot and scratched my head at many of the choices that I've made this year, but I regret none of them and I wouldn't have changed a thing. However, with that being said, if at any point of this story I have misrepresented someone, misinterpreted something, or offended anyone, PLEASE let me know so that I may do right by those offenses and/or correct any misinformation. With less than one week left of this wonderful year of my life, I will still continue to be writing for this book to the very end of its story, so that I leave nothing hanging, so long as I can help it. And maybe, just maybe, I'll have something to say in my 33rd year...cross your fingers. Until then, thank you again for your support and feedback and remember to live hard and love harder.
Ciao amici
