#26, #37 (#13), #49.

Since my hiatus from blogging is over, I would be remiss if I didn’t update you on the 3(/4) latest cross-off’s from my Bucket List.

#26. Go backstage at The Metropolitan Opera: I have had coachings at the Met this year, and one lucky day I was able to take a mini self-guided tour of the behind-the-scenes operation of a beautiful Rossini opera. Seeing the cleverly velcro-ridden costumes for quick changes, the rehearsal stage markings for specific props and scene changes, the cluttered array of lights and (what seemed like) millions of flys hanging precariously above the famed stage — it was a sight to behold. I remember furiously texting my mom several enamored messages, drowning in exclamation points and capital letters. It was like a taste, a taste of what it could be like. My heart is racing just thinking about it.

#37 (#13). Find my soulmate, wherever he is/Fall in love: At the risk of exposing too much of my personal life online, I’ll only say this — when you know, you know. I always wondered what it would be like to “know”, and … now I know. I am still breathlessly amazed that someone like him actually exists. I am so blessed to have found him so early in life, and each day now has been a completely different way of living; a paradigm shift. An absolutely beautiful paradigm shift.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.”

#49. See the four seasons occur wherever I am living: It’s been over a year since moving to New York (which is so bizarre. Time flies.), and I can now say that I’ve seen the winter wonderlands, the harsh freeze turn into a renewed green life in spring, the bright and muggy heat of summer, and (my favorite) cooled and picturesque atmosphere of fall. In my home state of Arizona, we joked that there were only two seasons: Hot, and hotter. Dry heat or not, I will always prefer bearing the humidity that a four-seasons state brings if it means seeing a year of life come and go. Here’s looking forward to this year!


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