Happy Birthday Birthrightegous Babe

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(This post is from a previous blog titled Kirby’s Pen)

My birthday came and went this last Tuesday. An occasion that I have thought about for the last year, which is ironic because the year before I forgot about it. Last year I quit looking at the clock so much that I welcomed the opportunity to get lost and boy did I ever get lost. With no know understanding of where I was suppose to go, I graduated with a Masters in English, headed to San Francisco, and found my current boyfriend while being hippienapped (as he calls it) onto a new adventure.

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Before I met him, I was the poster girl for being noncommittal. In fact, the only obligations that I had in my life was watering a very resilient spider plant who I named Amon because his long green billowing canopy of foliage reminded my of a chia pet with excellent dreads. Amon is also how a Jamaican brother might say, “hey man,” or “A’ mon.”

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Now I have goats, chickens, two dogs, a cat, a large vegetable garden, and several house plants. I’m still trying to figure out how I have accumulated all of these responsibilities, but in so many ways, none of them seem like responsibilities so much as the task that must happen to make a family unit function with healthy love and care, which is exactly what I have learned over the course of this year- the importance of tender love and care.

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I’ve struggled a great deal this year with wanting to take off and go travel, to worry about only my dreams and make them come true. I actually have done quite a bit of fretting and worrying that I’m missing my opportunity boat. If I don’t go see things while I’m young, then I never will, and why am I living on the west coast selling bicycles and teaching yoga when I could be living on beaches in Bali while teaching yoga to Himalayan princess who want me to meet their esteemed guru.

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My bright imagination has taken me to high teas with queens and nomadic aboriginal spaces caked with lore and ancient wisdom. Yet, I have realized in this last year of adventure that you can not always choose how or why you get to a particular place, but you can always choose to be happy with hope, strength, passion, and courage. It is important to believe that all of your dreams will come true because if you will it, then your amazing spirit can always help manifest your righteous goals into reality. We are the creators.

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