twenty four

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?