25 and alive in taupo
My first birthday away from home has been unbelievable - bar-hopping and wandering through Wellington until the sky turned pink. Then eating our way through beachside cafes and night markets, rooftop dancing and a sunrise hike. This year, from New Zealand to the USA, my birthday stretches across 42 hours. I'm so, so grateful for new friends that brought in 25 with me, and to everyone sending love from all over the world.
Up until last week I was saying I had no desire to ever go skydiving. It's so many things I'm afraid of - heights, that terrible stomach dropping feeling, small planes and turbulence. But this is the year of taking risks, facing down fears and truly living. So I booked my skydive one morning and jumped out of a plane that afternoon.
It's been the best year yet, and an extraordinary quarter century. Thank you to everyone that makes this life so full of joy.
