One year ago, I test drove a new vehicle. 

As soon as I sat in the vehicle... it felt familiar. Like home. Natural. So comfortable.

Then life got busy, and I put it off.

I took a mindful pause over December. I slowed down. And... guess what popped up?

The vehicle I test drove. 

Despite being told it would be a 4-6 month wait to get the one I wanted... One landed in my lap. With a 1 month wait.

It arrived 1 week before my birthday.

It felt like a physical manifestation of my values - freedom, adventure and connection.

It felt like an expression of my independence. I can go up to the ski hill without getting stuck, I can drive down any back road I want for the perfect camping spot.

It felt like an acknowledgement of my landing, grounded and secure, as a single mama of 3. An expression of knowingness... that I am safe, and I am ok. And I am so much more than that... I am also abundant and I am thriving. 

But... for some reason... I hesitated to celebrate it. I couldn't...

There's something you should know about me.

 I love to make my birthday a big deal. I want an extended birthday celebration. I like to celebrate myself... unapologetically. 

  My birthday is a ritual    

It is how I acknowledge my one Wildly Sacred Life. It is an honouring of how I choose to live my life... and how I want to move forward.

 I started a ritual, which has become incredibly meaningful to me. Inspired by one of my besties Jackie McDonald... and it has become one of my most favourite practices!

 First... I sit and honour the journey I have been on. I celebrate myself. 

For my accomplishments, the tough choices I made, the risks I took, the investments I made, the values I expanded, and the delight I choose. 

Where I choose myself, and the life that really matters to me.

 Second... I take time to acknowledge what I am ready to leave in the past. Usually these are habits or belief systems that,...