This time last year I was sitting inside a Starbucks coffee shop in Las Vegas, cooling from the heat outside and getting ready to celebrate my birthday. What a great one it was. The year that followed brought so many incredible things. I got divorced, which was one of the best things I’ve ever done in my life, I started working on a number of new and different projects in North Hollywood, I recovered my emotional well-being after such a terrible relationship and I ended up meeting K., which showed me what real love feels like.
This time around, I’m in Portugal enjoying family and friends. I needed this break to put myself together, make sure the decisions I’ve made are the ones I really want and prepare for the new year. Birthdays stopped being so funny a few summers ago. It’s like a high-speed train that is clearly going too fast, and the adrenaline turned into dread. But here it is, August, the best month of the year, the pinnacle of summer, the moon that makes me one year older. I miss my love, the man who is my sun, my stars and my moon, so I’m going to breeze over this birthday and try to be positive as the decade ends.
Above all, let me state this: I’m happy. There are a lot of things that my life is missing and a lot of things I left unfinished, but I’m happy, at this macro-level, because I weathered the storm and I made it through the darkness.
Here’s to a fresh start, to a new beginning, to a year full of hope and love.