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  42 🎂 Some may view this age as just another year of life, but the number 42 has great symbolic significance. The number 42 is believed to represent balance, positivity, harmony and adaptability. The number carries with it spiritual growth and personal development. The number 42 is seen as a transformative number that can bring about significant changes in your life. It suggests that embracing change and letting go of the past can foster growth and lead to positive outcomes. As I enter my 42nd year of life, I am mindful of the little reminders that have shaped me to be who I am today…. 🌟do the things you love 🌟find your tribe 🌟travel and immerse yourself in different cultures 🌟don’t be afraid to fail 🌟step out of your comfort zone 🌟laugh and smile, a lot 🌟be kind 🌟you are enough 🌟respect your body 🌟help those in need 🌟pizza is a balanced meal ☺️ And thank you Karel for getting me the most delicious carrot cake Bundt cake. 🍰 Memorable moments from the past 12 months.... Ju

  You can probably think of a time in your life when you had an incredible meal or dessert. Perhaps it was on your birthday, during a vacation or for a holiday. This meal was so delicious that you felt a physical sense of happiness and joy. To this day, you can't help but smile and feel your mouth water as you think back to that special occassion.  For me, that meal is carrot cake. I love carrot cake. And in a few days (May 31st), I will enjoy a big slice of this spicy and moist cake as it's my favorite way to celebrate my birthday.  Although I can enjoy carrot cake any day of the year, this is a special yearly tradition that started when my  dear friend Laura  made me a delicious carrot cake for my birthday back in 2009.  Food is a necessity for life. Although I can live without carrot cake, humans can't live without food.  For any individual who is living with disordered eating habits, you may find that certain foods do not bring you joy, but instead, bring you great feel

Karel and I had moved from Jacksonville, FL to Greenville, SC. in early May of 2014 and my parents were planning to move from New Port Richey, FL to Greenville in the fall. I remember talking to my dad on the phone the day before he suddenly stopped breathing in the hospital. I told him how much I was loving Greenville, SC. It was memorial weekend and I climbed Cesar's Head for the first time on my tri bike (6 mile climb). I was so excited to tell him what I did. We also went to Lake Jocassee to swim and run and I couldn't wait for him to see the  pictures from our weekend.  After 10 months of a heroic and challenging fight with a rare cancer, my dad lost his battle. On May 28th, 2014, my dad was taken off life support in a Tampa hospital. The last 24 hours of my dad's life replays in my mind every year on May 28th. The next few months were incredibly challenging. My life had suddenly changed in the most tragic way. Learning how to live life without my dad seemed nearly imp