#RSRSeesTheUSA Day 27: Los Angeles, CA (Happy Birthday To Me)
[the text of my night time handwritten journaling in the fireside courtyard of The Prospect Hollywood hotel, my decadent birthday stay]
41 was a birthday that fit the year. I started it with pastry and latte treats, proceed on through the Time Travel Mart and funky hipster Echo Park, LA, meandered through the Hollywood Forever Cemetery, chilled at the swank and luxurious Prospect Hollywood hotel, ate delicious mozzarella and dinner with Kim Gouveia.
All around a lovely, very Rachel day. It was quiet, as I’ve come to be more and more over the last few years. It was mostly solo, as I like my own company. It was chatty and open with various strangers and friends, and I consciously appreciated learning and exchanging ideas. It involved strolling around an old cemetery (always my fave). And it brought me reconnection with an old friend over great food, which are two things that always make my highlights list. I spent it in a mix of cheap and expensive environments. I said yes to whims and opportunities. I opened up possibilities instead of closing them down. And I followed my own heart on what to do without FOMO or Should-erella taking control.
If that’s not what birthdays are for, then don’t tell me otherwise.
I wrote myself a little birthday love and support note to mail tomorrow, and I’m excited to have it waiting for me when I get home, especially if I forget it’s there.
