Of Birthdays Past: ‘Lost’ Posts From My Phone
Yesterday afternoon, while searching for the burger recipe I haven’t made since the last shop barbecue in 2022, I stumbled upon a piece I wrote all the way back in 2017 shortly following a Moab trip that my best friend Brian and I took for my 30th birthday.
The timing of discovering these entries is not lost on me, particularly in light of my recent, revelatory birthday experiences that I wrote about in 2025.
Eight years later, this one brought me to tears as it reminded me of all the things I’ve loved, and who I was, who I have been and who I very much still am.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. 🩷
xx,
AB
April 28, 2017 —
I went to Moab this week to celebrate my thirtieth birthday. As I'd been planning a trip to Sea Otter and then a detour through Yosemite to hike the falls, it was a last minute trip change due to a combination of some unforeseen circumstances and some undesirable outcomes. I wasn't thrilled at first, but it culminated in what I fee…