after my original birthday plans fell thru, being fancy schmancy at a hotel in hollywood, i said to my husband, “korean bbq and/or camping.”
“but it’s your thirtieth! no way!”
honestly, i’ve felt pretty damn spoiled this year. the first part of the year was like the wedding circus (bachelorette, shopping, wedding, honeymoon) and only a few months have passed since. but of course, i’ve gotta be that girl who does it all in one year – getting hitched and entering a new decade.
i left the plans completely up to matt. he settled on palm springs and said he had some points at the westin that we could use. i knew some of my friends were coming and, once again, after my wedding circus, was totally cool with those that couldn’t make it though i would have loved to have them there. so i packed a bag for this so-called westin and matt, ashley and i hit the road friday afternoon after a yoga class.
a couple of naps later we pulled into palm springs and headed toward the “westin.” if you don’t know me very well, i will clue you in that i can be very, very gullible. we enter the gate and pull up to this little condo.
my response: i didn’t know the westin had condos!
needless to say, matt had schemed like crazy and created this beautiful weekend starting with a rad little house with a pool, a crew of amazing friends who said they couldn’t make it and lots of junk food, dancing, karaoke, swimming and, of course, booze. pretty unbelievable if you ask me.
one of my favorite moments was sunday afternoon, at the very end of the weekend, when i was sitting poolside with three of my best friends and ashley suggests that we should shed our swimsuits. the guys were entranced with football in the air-conditioned living room. us girls were keeping ourselves entertained with cannonballs, mimosas and super trashy gossip mags.
we all looked at one another and came the conclusion:
why the hell not?!
there was so much laughter, so much honesty and lordy, did it feel good to be naked in a pool in palm springs. and the afternoon just turned into naked cannonballs, naked mimosas and naked magazine reading.
we committed to doing this every decade. baring our so-called flaws, embracing our raw inner and outer beauty and saying a big “why the hell not?”
it all goes back to who you want to be. maybe for you the idea makes you cringe, as it did my friend alyssa. but i’m starting to realize that i want reminders of my aliveness all around me. i want to love my sometimes squishy body. i want to celebrate it. i want live so vibrantly and radiantly that on my 80th birthday i strip down to my skivvies and love all of it. i want my babies to rub their little buddha bellies and be proud.
oh, and the tattoo. ishvara pranidhana on my inner left forearm which means “surrender to god.”
or surrender to being naked, vulnerable and alive, which i’m pretty sure is exactly what god intended.
wow, how did this happen?
it feels like just yesterday that at 25 years old i picked up and moved from washington dc to los angeles.. or graduated from university of iowa.. or woke up every morning to strawberry waffles and a bath in my hometown in iowa.
i love getting older. i truly do. the ups and downs feel a lot less severe; i now have the faith in myself that i can make it through anything (not without a few bumps and bruises, of course) and through that i am able to see my world through a lens of joy.
a few of my favorite moments from the year 28:
a sleepyhead morning engagement in april (“can you see me right now? your contacts aren’t in.”); adopting our ever-so-lovable-and-farty english bulldog, rosy, last october; moving into our new place with my mama and a few bottles of wine; a road trip up the coast to lock-in our wedding barn; the arrival of three bundles of joy – silas, macy dean and hudson; going to costa rica with my brother and beau then spending the summer together in venice; finding our magical home in venice; learning how to live together (sometimes my favorite, sometimes not so much); my new grown-up wheels; one of my best buds moving up the coast just a few minutes away; sunset rooftop yoga.
a few of my very favorite things about him:
his undying love for flannel shirts / the way he treats rosy like his human daughter / his family = my family / when he laughs really loud and it’s totally genuine / his cooking (he went to culinary school just because.) / his generosity / his ability to forgive me daily / how he never skimps on the word “love” / his blonde beard / his impeccable taste in music / he wears hot pink all the time!! / his complete and total ADD (sometimes this is definitely not on the love list) / encouraging me to FLY / that he has more friends that he truly loves than anyone i’ve ever met / his integrity / his laugh lines / his passion for what he does and how good he is at it / singing at the top of his lungs when he doesn’t know a damn word in the song / his strength / his love of churros and fresh fruit / kissing him
an eighty billion other things that i get to discover for the rest of our lives.