Every year since I can remember I have made a huge deal out of my birthday. Don't judge me, I like celebrating life in company of the people I love. If we don't celebrate life, then what's the point?
Last year, for some unfathomable reason, I decided not to celebrate my birthday. Not even a little. What ensued was a terrible, horrible, no good year.
I'm not saying that you're bound to have a good year just because you celebrate your birthday, but let's just say that I'm not sad to say goodbye to 32. I've had a chat with Jesus and I asked him to please make 33 incredible, and I adopted a new policy that even if the year sucks, at least the birthday celebration shall be fantastic, from now until death. Amen.
One of the things I have learned in 33 years is to collect memories and have adventures over things, so I decided to spend my birthday (weekend) doing the things I love best: road tripping, running, hiking, and kayaking in places I have not been before.
The weekend brought 80 degree weather, new people, great food, and amazing views. I was spoiled to no end. The following pictures are a little bit of the time Tim and I spent exploring alone thanks to his parents who kept Benjamin for the weekend. God bless them.
Here's to 33 and living a life full of adventure. Cheers!
alleyways and payphone calls,
I've been everywhere with you.
The fat mermaid.
The creepy merman.
Valdez has a bunny problem. They're everywhere.
They buck like funnies.
Explorers gonna explore.
The inside of a glacier is pretty much the coolest thing ever.
Bucket list item, check!
I married a mountain goat.
Chocolate cake and whiskey.
Birthday done right.
Long live the open road!
And now a video: