Today is my birthday. I'm turning 35. (Don't scoff if you're older than me for saying this) Call me coocoo but it's the first year I've been keenly aware that life is moving faster, things feel more permanent, choices are adding up, I "must" be a grown up by now (does that feeling ever kick in?). I'm having this desire to stop and notice where I'm at right now on the timeline. So I recently framed this first grade picture of myself. It's next to my vitamins, essential oils and flower essences on my kitchen counter. (Yeah I need all of those) A reminder to care for myself deep down this year. I used to hate this photo growing up. And now it's such a treasure to me. My pink Mexican dress my Dad brought back for me, the mis-matched barretts I was so mad at my Mom about, and...the missing teeth. I'm trying to treasure myself now in the same way. The undone stuff, the unfinished goals, the parts of myself that need mending, the stubborn parts, the longing parts, the talented, beautiful-none-the-less parts. I'm throwing it all in with the kitchen sink this year and trusting that it's just the jigg of life and that the bigger picture is worth treasuring, missing parts n all.