Twelve days ago, I celebrated my birthday on a yacht. It was epic.
I usually don’t make a big deal for my birthday because I like spending it alone with my journal. But this year I wanted to do something different. I didn’t want to wait till 30 to throw a big party. I didn’t want to do dinner or lay low. I didn’t want another year to pass by without telling life how grateful I am to be alive.
I craved joy and something that would be symbolic of what my new year will be full of- magic, adventure, and happiness.
After much thought, I wrote a list of the things that make me happy. Too easy- dancing, good company, and water were all necessities. So I decided to have a party on a yacht.
The plan was simple.
1. Find a yacht company with a good deal.
2. Invite friends and family.
3. Gather everyone at my house for some pre-festivities.
4. Take public transportation to the city.
5. Get on board and dance the night away.
Everything was going according to plan until life happened somewhere between getting to the city and on the boat. We got on the correct train but unbeknown to us, it was running on a different line! What the? Where was the memo?
The next 15 minutes felt like a fast forward tape. We had 10 minutes to get on the right train, ride it one stop over and get to the piers. No wait, run to the piers! When we got off the subway, we ran like if our life depended on it. It did.
Imagine a group of 15 people running towards the water trying to reach a boat they have never seen. We ran about five blocks.
New York Blocks.
Meanwhile, the rest of my party was on board. My best friend being one of them, called my phone like an ex-lover trying to get a second chance. Nonstop. “Stall the boat. Do whatever you have to do!” That’s all I could say as I ran.
I finally made it to the pier with a few friends. From a close distance, I saw those on board screaming: “Hurry! It’s leaving.” I was going to make it. Hooray!
The other nine people from my group were still behind me, and I had their tickets. I had to decide if to move forward or wait. I moved and made it on board.
As the rest of my party approached the pier, the crew pulled up the ramp. I screamed and told them to put the ramp down because they were all there. They refused.
I cried. I yelled. My heart broke.
All of my loved ones were on the pier with sad faces while the rest of us were on this wonderful yacht drifting away.
I lost it. This was my night and there was no room for imperfections!
I threatened to jump off the boat. They encouraged it.
I went to the captain’s room and urged him to take me back. He refused.
We even offered to pay a large amount of money if they satisfied our wishes. They declined.
My friends wiped my tears and reminded me that even though half of the party was left behind, the other half was ready to party! I had to be present.
I danced. I laughed. I was with the people that I loved. I had magical moments on board and the next morning I felt like a million bucks. I was so full of energy and life. I was happy.
Was I upset that everyone didn’t make it? You bet. But I was so happy that everything happened just like it did.
Look at the 16 sec. snapchat below.
Here is what I learned about happiness and some loving reminders.
♥ Doing what makes you happy is energizing. You feel ageless, alive, connected to who you truly are, and in love.
♥ Imperfections are part of the happiness journey, but when you intend to be happy you get it and so much more. Chase it. Choose it.
♥ Every moment is full of happiness; you just need to be present to what’s happening around you to appreciate it.
♥ Doing the things that make you happy is part of the self-love journey. It opens up your heart to love and life.
Now it’s your turn.
What is something that makes you really happy and you want to do more of?
Let me know in the comments below.
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