In two hours I’ll get on a plane and fly back to Illinois, my birthplace, and location of my brother and future sister in law’s wedding this weekend. Chi-city, here I come.
The last few days of my life have been SpottieOttieDopalicious, aka sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrup. Spring is bringing the green back, popping flowers off in all directions, and I’m feeling the renewal. How many springs do we get in a lifetime? How many opportunities for rebirth, to re-examine what we want out of life, and to go for what we want?
I know what I want, it’s simple, yet difficult. I want to climb, love, write, and grow. This demands I must continually get out of my comfort zone, and experience life; the ups and downs, and to live in the moment during them all. Each moment comes and then it’s gone forever, yet a new moment arises to take its place.
This weekend, for Clint and Kelly, my bro and sister in law, will be a whirlwind, bringing everyone special in their lives together to celebrate their love. I’m honored to be my bro’s best man, and it will be an opportunity to celebrate what he means to me.
The brightest and fullest moon of the year is this Saturday. May it shine brightly on your dreams.