Yeah. Oh yeah. How was my birthday? It's still sinking in. Being that I'm in the middle of such a big transition - people are like 'Wow, 30, how was it? It's supposed to be a big one - a big party!' Is it? Was it? There is a sense of relief that it has come and gone.

A quaint NYC dinner in the East Village, at a Peruvian place, with some close girfriends. Wine. Some people coming and going. Met a babe who totally was my type and then let him go to catch up with the girls without exchanging numbers. Tall, Latin, Hip Hop Gentleman - mature, classy.

We were walking arm and arm, me singing, him on rhythm control, when I unleashed his arm and ran ahead to catch up with the girls. I keep telling myself that it was the little voice inside me that I listened to "It's a girls night, start experimenting with letting go at random - releasing."

Of course, I woke up the next morning being like

I think that dealing with that feeling is all part of the process - I need more peace and patience - because everything always works out with wonders in every aspect. I imagine that it's part of my lesson, to learn how to really allow things to fall in to place. I mean, I have only been here a month! And I have been in such a rush to make it all happen. If only I would just get out of my own way - which I am beginning to do.

Trusting that all those things that are out of my control will be brought into order by a hand that can be perhaps more graceful than my own. It doesn't mean I'm sitting at my window waiting for lightening to strike - it means I do what I can, and allow the current of my desires to create the nature and force of the current of the river that I am in.

So, the birthday is a process. It's much nicer to think of it as such - a new year, a time of gradual change mixed with sudden insights and rapid unleashing of that which has kept the self locked, stuck or rigid in an unfortunate cycle repetition. I am supposing that if I want things to be different, then I cannot be afraid to change, to do things differently, or see things in a different way.

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i laughed pretty hard at the comic about the brain farts - hahaha! im still laughing...
perfect timing
I laughed SOOO HARD when I found that! I was alone in my apartment, doing this post, and I googled "bad idea" - or something, and that cartoon pooped up. I was doubled over, by myself, laughing.
By the way, The cover of the saturday New York Post was a picture of Puff Daddy, looking the other way with his foot hovering, right about to step in poop, and the caption is "Poo Diddy?" and then the headline of the story is "P.Doody, major Crap star."
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