I turned 24 a couple of days ago. Since I wrote a post called “twenty three” last year, I thought I would do the same this year. For consistency. Apologies in advance for writing a pretty self-centric post.
Since technically this is still my 2012 photo blog, I need a picture for this entry. I choose this one.
This was the year that I got flowers.
This was the year I got a little bit of chutzpah. This was the year I fleshed out some opinions. This was the year I worried a little tiny bit less about what everyone else thinks about me, though that of course is still a work in progress. This was the year that I decided to ask straightforward questions when I got confused. This was the year I was both humbled and emboldened (a very interesting combination) in school. This was the year of feeling overwhelmingly blessed by the people in my life: friends and family and mentors and everyone who falls somewhere in between.
If this is what happens when you go from 23 to 24, I can’t wait to see what’s next. Bring it on, 25. Show me what you’re made of. The bar has been set high. I mean, did you see the flowers?