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Day 364: Dear 2012 :: Forgive. Forget. Forge Forward.

31 Dec

We are on our way to New York City…
To Times Square….
To watch the ball drop us all into the wee hours of 2013.

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It makes me realize there are so many things that run on auto-pilot until something comes along forcing us to snap out of it!

New Year’s Eve is one of those moments.

It’s one of those “snap out of it” things — forcing me to look into the oncoming year and vow to make it better, faster, smarter, bigger, more ____________.

It’s also what allows me to look with eyes wide open into the mistakes of my past.

Which brings me to this:
I messed up.
I made a mistake.
I lost track.

Here it is, the last day of 2012….
In a Leap Year…
Which should have 366 days…

And the top of my blog says Day 364.

How did that happen?
Where did I go wrong?
What part of auto-pilot didn’t work?

I spent a few minutes looking back over my posts and can’t find the offending days that decided not to show up.

In the middle of my frantic research I realized I could spend another year investigating, beating myself up, and questioning the issue…

Or I could Cowboy Up and move on.

I chose the latter.

Because, after spending an entire year learning to fear less and love more, I have learned something so precious and sacred.

It is this:

We all deserve love.
And we all make mistakes.

Nobody’s perfect.

Sometimes it’s the imperfections that create the biggest lessons, best character, and most surprising moments.

Sometimes it’s the unplanned plans that lead to the most perfect path.

Sometimes, it’s not worth questioning what should have been, might have been…
Should have…
Would have…
Could have….

Sometimes the best action is just to move forward — from where you are. And, that, I believe, may be the most fearless act of all.

So today is Day 364.
In a year of 366 days.

In a way, I like keeping a spot for two extra days, holding a flame, and an unwritten page for the gift we are all given — time.

Speaking of Father Time — he’s calling my name.
Yours too.

Because I think we’re really going to make it through 2012, despite what all the Mayans and naysayers seem to believe.

So I will say it now…. Happy 2013.

Let’s move Fearlessly Forward despite any of the mistakes, messes or miscalculations.

Let’s leave the “oops” behind.
Forgive. Forget. Forge forward.

All my love,


P.S. Tomorrow is a new year and a new promise — and I can’t wait to share with you!! Plus, this next year, you can join in here.

Day 139: lost in central perk

19 May

If the world is our playground…
then New York City must be the merry-go-round.

I spent the day strolling around the Upper West Side, popping in and out of stores and wandering around the rocky roads of Central Park.

It was the perfect day for a picnic.

It was also a perfect park to get lost.
I found myself mostly lost in thought, all wrapped up inside my head as I soaked in the warm sunshine and cool breeze, watching little faces be covered in paint and children with ballon wings fly by — only to be disturbed by a local who was truly lost.

“Excuse me ma’am, do you know how to get to the 59th Street Metro?”

I was confused for a moment — not because I am a tourist and have no clue where the 59th Street Metro is located — rather, I was startled out of my stupor because of what this woman said.  Did she just call me MA’AM?

It was jarring.
Like being called out as a feeble, old, decrepit lady.

I looked at her and shook my head apologizing for being a clueless tourist.
And, then I realized she was much younger than she looked. And alone.

So I whipped out my iPhone and called up a map.
“See, here we are, right here on the map. And you want to go that way — just follow the road all the way back and you’ll end up in Columbus Circle.”

Her face looked perplexed and her body was frozen.

“Would you like me to walk with you?” I offered even though I just came from that direction and would be backtracking my sightseeing tour.

“Oh, yes, please!”
I couldn’t turn down her eager smile.

So we walked through the winding roads that I had just traversed and I learned all about this fifteen-year-old name Julia who has dreams of attending art school.

As she exhuberantly shared her ideas with me, I realized something.

Sometimes it is our job to get lost.
And sometimes it’s our job to be found.

And, today, it was my turn to guide this young woman back to her metro stop.
But, really, that’s not why I happened to be the old lady standing on the path in front of Julia when she realized she was lost.

You see, it was Julia’s job to remind me about how easy it is to regain your footing and find the path in front of you — even when you think you are lost.

Sometimes getting found is just as easy as looking up and seeing a kind old lady who has been there before — and can show you the way back.

Isn’t that the perfect perk from the park?
Yes, ma’am.

(And, on that note — enjoy some pics from the NYC Playground today)

Day 138: f*ing friday :: fried foods

18 May

F*ing Fridays are back!
And, they will continue to occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5 in Year 1, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Frank

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:
Fried Foods.

As in, onion rings at New York deli. 

Today I read through the website SmithTeens and I LOVE it!
It’s f*ing fantastic stuff from the brains of Six-Word-Teens in their own emotions, heartbreaks, confusion, brilliance and purely delightful Six Word Memoirs.

Check out these sample Sixers from the site:

  • kiss me in public, butthead.
  • baker. writer. still full time giggler.
  • I’ve already turned into my mother 
  • still a virgin, that’s good right?

And, one of my favorites:

  • sorry body I love food more 

Which is the perfect f*ing lead-in to my fried food friday night on the town in the Big Apple.

In honor of my trip to New York City, here are my Sixers of the day.

Big Apple. Little bites. Onion rings.

Big city. Small night. Stayed In.

What’s your sixer of the day?

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