working on it

I'm getting excited...I turn 23 in twelve days. While most people consider a birthday a time for celebration (and I do), I see it as a time for reflection. On the eve of my 22nd birthday I vowed to make my 22nd year my best year yet. I will admit that it was filled with experience. In that year, I managed to graduate college (my greatest accomplishment yet), rekindle friendships that seemed eternally severed, meet amazing families and children, lose a hampster, make some regretable decisions, have my heartbroken, write some great stories, move into a great apartment, go on my first hike, win some writing contests, crash my mini, get on and off of Myspace and read Lolita. That's only a snippet.

As most of you know, I managed to get my first job out of college this year. And while, this job has taken me to places mentally and emotionally that I didn't know existed, I've still gained a lot from it. My current situation is helping me figure out one of the hardest questions, who do I want to be. I don't have a solid answer yet, but I know what I don't want to be. I've learned that I no longer want to do things just to say I've done them, I no longer want to be apart of things that don't work towards a greater good, I don't want to get angry at the small things and I want to be happy with the way I see me, not the way other people see me. I'm sure these are things that a lot of individuals want out of life. But when "the shit gets bad," one will work harder at these things. I slip and give in to things that I don't necessarily think hold a lot of weight in the grand scheme of things, and I have found myself doing things to say I've done it (whatever it may be) but I'm working on it.

My 23rd year will outshine my 22nd...I'm getting my passport and I'm off on a lone trip to France!