thirty-three

Thirty-Three, you were a sadistic motherfucker. You taught me a shitload of life lessons that I didn't know if I had the strength to learn.  You tried to break me, but I just wouldn't break. Finally, finally, I listened. I learned.  I figured it out... who I really am, what is truly important, that I can choose and build my own family and that I deserve nothing less than pure compassion, for myself and for others. I learned how it feels to be successful and healthy and well. I felt profound loss. I endured the feelings and returned to center.

On the eve of my 34th birthday, I look back and know that the only way out was through. I'm so in love with my life, so thankful to be... just exactly where I want to be. So thanks Thirty-Three.  Here's looking at Thirty-Four.