My best friend had a birthday today. And while she’ll kill me for telling you this, she turned 35. I only share that because I’ll reach the same milestone later this year. Life is a gift. Every moment is sacred and we should gather those bits and collect them, scattering the best parts like ashes on all who’ll accept them. I was looking at old pictures today courtesy of my sister and I looked at myself as a 21 year old. Life was different. Everything was a crisis. I looked like the prospect of life, living and getting older scared the hell out of me. In retrospect it kind of did. But I saw a reflection of myself today in the mirror. I am not plagued with the same fears I had 14 years ago. My only wish for the girl staring at me in the mirror, is that she could tell the girl in the picture to enjoy every memory, every heartache, every wound. And while I get older with each passing year, I am still so blessed to have seen and done all that I have and I wish the girl in the mirror could tell the girl in the picture to smile, because she blossomed into someone incredibly beautiful and filled with purpose. She became me.