04/09/2026
My birthday is less than a month away.
I’m usually the kind of person who lets it pass quietly - turning a page without much mention. But this year feels different. I keep reflecting on this upcoming date.
I am, realistically, somewhere around halfway through this life.
It may sound a bit morbid, but it’s also true, and it feels worth sitting with.
There’s sadness in that. So many things I wish I had done differently. So many moments I’d go back and reshape if I could. Regret has a way of surfacing when you start to feel time like this.
And yet, alongside that, there is so much gratitude.
I get to be here. On this Earth. In this life that is messy and hard and also breathtakingly beautiful. There is still so much joy, so much to experience, and I feel like I’ve barely even begun.
The wind moving across my skin, stirring the leaves and spring blossoms - such a quiet, simple delight.
The pull of the mountains, asking more of me, pushing my body higher, exhilarating - something I crave.
Being alive isn’t meant to be easy.
And maybe that’s why I keep returning to the land - to the soil, the plants, the water, the sky. The more-than-human world that steadies me, teaches me, calls me deeper.
I wish I could share what it truly feels like -
to hug a tree when you really know it,
to touch a boulder and feel it speak back through your skin,
to keep climbing when your body is tired and fear is present,
to make medicine from plants that feel like family.
There’s a kind of knowing there. A connection that keeps pulling me forward.
It’s a beautiful thing.
And if you’re here, walking your own path through all of this
through the beauty and the ache, the effort and the wonder
I hope you keep going.
There is still so much to feel.
So much to become.
I’m here for it. I hope you are too.