Whenever I tell people I was born on May 24, the inevitable question of signs come up. “I’m a Gemini”,” I reply, always proud to be the twins. But without a doubt, the next thing out of everyone’s mouth is, “So you’re two-faced then?” Gemini’s just can’t escape the reputation some charming horse theft gave us millions of years ago (*I’m guessing here) and now, much like Scorpios, people are a little cautious of us late May and June babies.
But the other day, my yoga teacher started talking about yoga being a balance of opposites. In each pose we’re drawing forward and backward to find balance, pushing and pulling to stay steady. Much like life, yoga is a blend of relaxation and strength. This really struck me as I started to see all the ways contrasts and opposites play out in my daily life: Routine vs. spontaneity, Staying driven vs. taking time to relax, Needing to be alone vs. loving being around people. It’s not that Gemini’s are two-faced, I think instead we’re are a strong collision of opposites trying to find a balance. As a Gemini, I can be anxious and then unusually relaxed; calm and then stressed; curious and open, then immediately decide something isn’t for me; loving until a button has been pushed to far and then not into it. In a way, I like to think we all have a little Gemini inside of us as we attempt to carve our own little niches in the world.
So today is this Gemini’s official 27th turn around the sun. My family helped me celebrate over the weekend with a trip to the Brooklyn Street Fair on 5th, empanadas, delicious beer, book browsing, and movies. We also sat around my TV and yelled at a British house hunting show. It was my perfect birthday celebration so today is really just icing on top of an already delicious cake.
Last year, in the wake of turning 26, I wrote a letter about the 26 life lessons I’d learned for 26 years. The act of documenting birthdays has come to mean a lot to me on this blog. It’s shown me how I’ve grown and come into my own. It’s provided me portals into past moments with my loved ones and has given me time to reflect on what I hope the next year will entail. This morning I spent my third birthday in a row with Alfred my yoga mat and together, we created this list of 27 hopes for 27 because no birthday is complete without a good list.
27 Hopes for 27
Land my first yoga handstand.
Take more meandering walks and dessert breaks throughout the city.
Build an herb garden on my fire escape and plant succulents in my pottery pots.
Learn a song on ukelele so I can finally stop writing this in every post.
Be able to make and share pottery presents (vases!) with loved ones.
Laugh until my crinkly-eyed smile might burst.
I deeply hope I will always be confident and enjoy the person that I am. Compassion, it turns out, is much better than comparison with others.
Pitch and publish two more articles from my writing wishlist. (And hopefully many others in-between!)
Send more just-because mail, drop off more just-because baked goods, and plan more just-because moments for friends and family.
Hike the trail to June Mountain ski lodge.
Spend long afternoons reading in different cafes around the city.
Learn how to make scones and invite people over for tea.
Continue to be an attentive and present cat mum.
Travel outside of the country and take another solo trip somewhere in the U.S.
Allow myself to enjoy downtime.
Respect but don’t surrender my time to writer’s block. Keep focused and keep writing.
Visit Governor’s Island and the Cloisters.
Enjoy a day at Disneyland.
Take the time to understand and care for Voices.
After being on this listserv for close to a year, it’s time I actually went to the Graphic Novel bookclub in Brooklyn.
I can only hope my community continues to deeper and expand in New York.
I become better at calling people back. This might take a miracle but hey, this could be the year!
Continue be open to new people and not overthink interactions.
See two new Broadway musicals and a new play.
Begin volunteering at a local shelter or animal rescue.
Become a morning yogi.
Stop worrying I’ll forget or miss the little moment that would chance my life either professionally or personally. Like the red string of fate, I like to believe that the things that are meant to be will happen. No matter which direction I sail, or the side trips I take in between, I will eventually land where I need to be. I won’t forget and neither will Time.
^^ 27, I’m already feeling like you’re going to be a good one. ^^