2013

2013 was a strange year for me.... the common thread has been people, friends, family moving away. Some an hour way, others across the country.

2013 was a groundbreaking year for me... I discovered more about myself than I thought possible. I am more tenacious, courageous and steady than I thought I was.

2013 was a good year for me... I tried new things. I started writing again. I started taking improv classes. I met some amazing people in the process.

2013 was a challenging year for me... I got in a car accident, and it changed my perspective on life in more ways than I thought.

2013 was a slow year for me... I still feel stuck in some areas of my life, but I am finally started to see the reason why, which is a good first step, right?

2013 was an exciting year for me. I drove cross country to California to help my brother move. I met and hugged Minnie Mouse in Disney World. I set foot on the SNL studio set in New York city.

2013 was simply paving the way for the amazing things to come in 2014.

I already have a theme song picked out for this new season. It is called: "I lived" by One Republic.

Merry Christmas, reader, and if I do not see you until then... Have a great 2014!!!

eed

Precious scent

When I was younger, (and to this day, really...), my father used to travel a lot for work. He would be gone for days, or sometimes weeks at a time, and as a little girl I would miss him, but did not know how to express it. (Fun fact: we are not the most expressive family. I am 32 years old, and I have yet to hear my father tell me he loves me... and vice versa...).

As a teenager, his absence meant that I could break curfew with my mom either not knowing (which I highly doubt..) or pretending that she did not know what I was up to (which is the more plausible option). Either way, the sadness of his absence was replaced by the thrill of youthful adventure, and other shall we say.. "disagreements"...

One thing I could always count on every time he traveled was that he always came back bearing gifts: which always included a bottle of high end perfume from the duty free shop at the airport. Over the years, he has made some great choices for me. Perfumes my mother coveted when I was younger, perfumes that fit my personality and fashion sense in my teen years, and perfumes he felt represented my steps into adulthood. 

I was looking at my collection of bottles earlier today, and wondered what each one of them meant. Sure, the monetary value is a factor (please, don't rob me...), but the message through each bottle is more than I care to admit. I know my father loves me, but the precious scent of each bottle of perfume is a love letter to me. 

We may have our differences, our fights, our months of silence, but in the end... he loves me, and I love him.

eed