As I spend my last day of 33 anxiously awaiting for a new year to begin, I remember fondly how I spent my birthday last year. So full of hope and inspiration for what lied ahead, so naive about what was to come six months later. I remember wanting my birthday to be among all my favorite people as I was preparing for the thought of not having them nearby the following year. So each of my closest friends (or those that were in the area, some dear ones were missing) joined me at one of my favorite BYOs for dinner and then a night out. It was such a wonderful night.
Then the following night I spent with my family. And it was that night that I'll never forget how amazing my Mom was. She showed me that despite how sad she was that I was going so far away, she supported me in a way that only a mother could. She cooked me an awesome meal and gave me a bag full of gifts--all things Philadelphia to remember my favorite city by. And also enclosed was a ring box with one of her gorgeous pieces of jewelry that I always hoped to have. She told me she wanted me to have that ring while she was alive on this earth to watch me wear it and wanted me to have it for when I was in LA so I would always think of her. Not a day goes by that I don't wear that ring proudly and think of my mom.
It's just so crazy the difference a year can make in someones life. Each of us needs to remember that life is precious, and whatever you wake up saying you'll do tomorrow or next month or in a year--think again. We just never know and we all should truly live life to its fullest and in the moment. In honor of my mom, I'm going to sing my heart out at a karaoke bar with friends on my birthday. I know she'll be watching and saying "you go girl."
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