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  • It's been over nine months since I stopped sharing my stories here, in the most beautiful place in the world to tell stories. I left for a couple of reasons - personal, not of this community's making. Maybe I'll share that story some time - not tonight.

    Today was my birthday. I didn't want, nor was I offered, a party, and the sincere well-wishes from friends and members of my family were truly more than I could ask for from anyone else. One thing that I can truly say that I have learned this year, though, is that many of life's most important gifts are things that I need to give to myself. For far too long, I've lived a life that has greatly neglected both the power and the responsibility that lives in that truth. It is up to me - and I am the only one who can do it - to find, cultivate, and share (if and when I choose) what brings me to life, what makes me thrive. I guess it just takes some of us a little longer than others; I've taken a meandering route to get here, and I know I'm still on the road. But I think I'm starting to get it (and not just say it). And so, what better time to begin the indulgence than on my birthday, and what better way than with a gift?

    Dear k,
    You already blew out the candle on the butterscotch Tastycake you chose from the corner deli, and we can keep your wish between us. Here's one last gift for you. (You didn't think the "cake" was it, did you?)
    Welcome back to the community you love. So many of the wonderful people here have befriended and supported you over these past months, and you've longed to rejoin their ranks for quite some time. So, when you finish reading this note, hit that big blue PUBLISH button up there. Happy Birthday.
    Love,
    me
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