Personally, it’s never a “new year” until my birthday. Ever since my memory box tradition anyway. So, another birthday goes by, and another memory box gets closed. …Or in the case, memory bag. If you take a closer look at my picture, that is not a box. BUT I reused my “Run Austin” bag! To put things into perspective, for 11 months- I could not find a memory box that fit my specifications. Who knew it was going to be incredibly difficult to find an appropriately-sized, golden box. Not I.
To say it plainly, 2014 was truly a golden year for me. I accomplished a lot of “First’s” that I never, ever in a million years fathomed accomplishing. Impossible’s became possible, and looking back- it seems impossible all over again. But here I am with all of these accomplishments, mementos, moments that defined 2014 for me, proving that I DID IT!
I won’t bore you with all of them, so this year I made some categories.
2014 Memory Bag Mementos:
- The first memento drawn from the bag: A ‘Thank You’ card from my boss at Sur La Table. I work there! Seasonally! Surprise. It’s…interesting and I love it most days.
- The biggest memento: A Patron Cafe box and UTMB Commencement. This was hard because one was larger in volume, and the other had larger surface area. The box was from my 22nd birthday and the program is from my brother’s PA graduation. Both memorable, memorable days. Oddly and fittingly, they were both booze-filled days too.
- The smallest memento: A rock from Big Bend (from West Texas Tour) and matches from Hole in the Wall and Butterfly Bar in ATX.
- The last memento taken out of the bag: Glow-in-the-dark dino from a surprise birthday party (I think), bubbles from a summer wedding that I went to, and a MaxValu receipt…from Bangkok!
- My favorites: Obviously my ATX-Half bib…and a glitter heart decoration I took from Austin Community College. Back when my team would stand in the cafeteria, desperately tried to convince students to participate in our brand perception test. Back when I used to be very fit. Those were the days.
- The ones I forgot about: The CD, I have no idea where I got it from. It’s not uncommon to be handed an artist CD when you’re at a show…or walking down the streets of Austin. The other “thing” is something I took from Spiderhouse and I have no idea what it is. So if you know, let me know.
- Honorable Mention(s): My own bizness card! Because I’m a big girl now (sorta). Everything from “Thu Goes West” tour. What a great trip. And a measuring tape I took from Titaya’s. I take things, we both know this. The measuring tape was just on the ground, neglected.
As I write this now, I realize that some people aren’t going to get it. And that’s okay. I know SOME people will get it, because a lot of these mementos were not grabbed solo. And I really really have to thank my people for supporting me in my…endeavors. You guys make me feel like a verified Twitter user.
You cannot accomplish anything on your own.
I said it last year, I’ll say it again: cheers! 22 was a success. Let’s bring on 23, time is fleeting.
This is my memory box. It’s not very big, but it’s kept a lot of things important to me from the past year. I received it on my 21st birthday and since that day, I’ve been collecting mementos.
I was notorious for saying, “I need that, I need it for my memory box.”
Here are some of the things in my memory box:
- Texas Longhorn lollipop I bought from Central Market one day because we won a game.
- Wristbands from ACL 2013, SXSW 2013, and Raw Paw. I was SO close to seeing Justin Timberlake, got a black eye from Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, met Bastille, saw Dan Croll perform, fell in love with Lucius, etc etc etc.
- American Flag bandana that I took from Cain & Abel’s on a game day. It was from someone’s bachelor party and not my first Texas Tea.
- A plastic giraffe drink stirrer from a restaurant in Florida. We named him Geoffrey. Peak Tanning Hours all day, every day.
- Receipts, matchboxes, menus from NO VA, Perla’s and Qui. These were the bougiest parts of my box.
- Pens on pens on pens from restaurants, bars, and house parties. I can’t help myself from taking them, ask Caroline (or anyone really).
- A cut up “Exit” sign from a bar in Dallas. The yuppie part of Dallas. I learned that Dallas is not Austin.
This is just a thin slice of the pie that was my 21st-Year Memory Box, I took a lot of mementos.
I’m planning to get another one for my 22nd year with a theme this time: gold. I’m naming it my “golden year.” My memory box, similar to my life, will be bigger, better, and golden.
Thank you to those who knew about me, my memory box [and slight kleptomania], you helped make it memorable. Help me make this year a golden year, accepting gold coins…and gold everything. Cheers to 22!
The day had not begun but I knew already: I am so blessed.
Birthdays were never something big in my family. I can actually count the number of birthday parties I’ve had in my lifetime on my two hands. And while I wished that those birthday parties were nothing short of a spectacle, I realize that birthdays shouldn’t be that way.
Well, what I mean to say is that birthdays shouldn’t be a spectacle because [here it comes], life should be a spectacle itself and life should be celebrated everyday. Another year goes by, another mark in my tree ring of age, and I am embracing what I already have and hot damn, I’ve got a lot to be thankful about. It isn’t easy though. This year’s birthday was 100% chance for rainstorms with an unforgiving schedule too. There was quite a bit of miscommunication and I became frustrated quite easily as I thought being born on this day, I was entitled to a perfect one.
But I am entitled nothing. This day doesn’t belong just to me, and being alive is a privilege. It’s easy to forget and just as frustrating to see people live their lives forgetting this too. Thankfully, God has given me angels in the form of the closest people around me to slap me back into perspective, these angels keep me grounded. I feel like I hit the jackpot in life and the people in it. Whether they’ve come into my life to teach me or tease me, [here comes another one], they’re in my life for some kind of reason. (They’re called clichés because they’re true and relevant!)
I guess this birthday post is to thank everyone for being in my life and having their unique role in my life. Sometime I will thank each of you personally, so don’t be put off. This 2013 year [and the rest of my life], I want to love extravagantly.
Upon turning 21, I made a list of 22 things I want to do before I turn 22. Help me, suggest to me, tell me what you want to do before you turn X.
Life, 21, let’s do this.