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thirty.two.

Yesterday morning, I had an impromptu birthday breakfast with my dad. I watched him charismatically charm our server, Amanda, taking note of how early she had to start work. He joked and smiled and even touched her elbow, the both of us smiling at his silliness. When she walked away, I teased how he was so flirty and laughed. He calmly said, “No, you have to be kind to others. [Serving tables] is a hard job. Imagine, you’re on your feet all day. It’s not easy.”

 The point of my story and the lesson I learned: Be mindful, respectful, and kind to others. People are no greater than other people. We’re all just people. My dad is a cool ass dude.

 Thank you friends, for sending me incredibly good birthday vibes. How special! It’s always great to be greeted by friends whom I’ve crossed paths from near and far, old and new. Thanks!!

 Now, in all my wisdom and glory (being a year older of course), I invite you all to do 3-nice things for anyone around you. These are my usual go-to’s:

 (1) Buy a homeless person a meal instead of giving money. McD’s has the dollar menu, you know. Also, ask them their name. Introduce yourself.

(2) Tell someone you’re happy and/or proud of them for something they did and mean it.

(3) When you find yourself judging someone in your head (sometimes those thoughts just naturally pop up), check yourself. You ain’t perfect.

Make the most of today & hopefully, it’ll turn out to be a good day. 

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new beginnings.

12/2/15

Before my birthday (next Thursday), I decided to give myself a make-over. I don’t mean the physical “I’m ugly but watch me transform” kind of make-over. I’m too old for that shit. 

It started this past weekend, when I decided to “clean house” and declutter my life, beginning with my closet. I said goodbye to some of my favorite outfits that haven't seen the light of day since 2008; farewells long overdue. Once that was done, I moved on to the guest room/office. I found a lot my old writings -- random free writes, love letters, venting paper sessions, drawings... They made me miss that younger version of myself. She was raw and emotional. Sexual and soft. Curious and ambitious. Confident. 

Not that I’m all that different now, 10 or more years later depending on when you start count. I’m just a little older. Maybe a little less raw. That youthful don’t give a shit hustle flame has fizzled and cooled in the shadows of adulthood and responsibility(ies). My ambitions have shifted and the person who once threw a middle finger up to the concerns and expectations of others, is now a bit more political professional. Even so, while younger me was a pistol, she was also a little arrogant and assholey. 

I am happy. I am married. I have two dogs. Just graduated law school and according to a few, “I’ve grown up.” 

I guess this space is for me. To write. The fact that it’s on a public platform is perhaps to hold myself accountable and to not lose or misplace that sense of self in loose ended pages and random notebooks, set on layaway until found again in another 10 years.