27.
I like to preface this by saying I am not fond of my birthday. I never really have-- mostly because I feel I am a burden to be celebrated and haven't done "much" to even be celebrated for. How's that for that ugly voice in my head? Alas, the earth has rotated around the sun, and it has been another 365 of existing, surviving, and pushing through. As I look back, there are so many awesome things that have come to pass, began, ended, and continued. I took a good 4 days out in the middle of nowhere to reflect on my time with no distractions so that I can sit with myself and myself only. It's a treasure to get that time and I love making this a tradition every July 6- solo traveling. I wanted to write out the things that have come to pass in my ripe age of transition from 27 to 28. Around this time last year, I was training for my second effort for the SF Full Marathon I fell in love with someone I fell out of love with someone I continued playing volleyball...