So here we are...10 - 10.
I love birthdays. I love celebrating them. Love singing that corny song in harmony, in spanish or in hum. I just love it. It's the one day that's just centered around stories or memories of You. I know that sounds rather selfish, but sometimes it's good to be selfish. It's good to admit that you like it sometimes when the attention is on You.
I am someone who loves to give to others. Who loves to do things that make life a bit better for someone else. I also on the other hand love doing my own thing. Love making Me happy too and love that I found knitting as something that makes ME happy.
Ten years ago today (gasp!) I was celebrating my Sweet 16. The Yankees were winning the World Series (shocker!) and I remember not having a care in the world. Now things are much different. I have many worries (bills, family, relationships, whether to YO or K2tog) and the Yankees are at home, like me, watching the World Series. In between I've lived a life of stupid mistakes, amazing experiences, new ventures, rolled-eyed-senarios - all in all I've been blessed. Parents who have been so uneblieveable understanding. Friends who have pushed and challenged me and yet never judge. A man, who has been so clearly someone I need and love dearly, that has never left my side even when I've done some mean pushing.
At this point in my life, I feel like I can take on any challenge whether it be Fair Isle or a new Job. And let it come because I'm still young and I've got much spunk left in me. (except for the lava cake that sitting in my stomach. YUM)
I've started something new on this birthday... welcome to the family - Rusted Root.
New year, new age, new knits :-)