2013 A Year of Transformation

2K13. The year I found my voice and began a transformation. Yet rather than blog about my year, I made a movie.

I was telling my sister about being a bit down in the dumps on my birthday because my date cancelled on me and things didn’t go as planned with my girls. She responded with, “That’s because you didn’t go to the person you can always count on. You.” I have been thinking about that a lot since she said it.

My movie is one of love. Love for family, friends, students, strangers, and most importantly, me. You see, it is important to celebrate the ones we love. The pictures speak for themselves. If you listen closely, the songs do as well. Each one chosen for a specific purpose.

You’re the Reason – Awhile back Patti gave me the song and told me it reminded her of our relationship. It made me cry. I cried again today when I chose it realizing that even with the change in our family dynamics, my children give me what I need to soar.

Walk - “I’m learning to walk again.” I learned so much this past year. Mostly, I learned that I am worthy of love as my name means.

Happy – I am truly happy for my friends and the people I meet who start out as strangers. Seeing someone else happy causes me to smile. I am happy to say, I have been smiling quite a bit this year.

On Top of the World – I love me. I may sound pompous and full of myself; yet once I began to love me, it became effortless to find joy in others. I am on top of the world and loving life!

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