24 years ago, in Chelan, WA, I was born.
Since then, several things happened in my life. Well, more than several, but you get the idea.
I started playing piano when I was just about 5-years-old.
I learned to tap dance.
I once stuck my finger into an eyeliner sharpener, and turned the sharpener. Never did that again.
I went to college.
I graduated from college and spent July 2008 until September 2009 in a horrible rut.
I also never learned how to ride a bicycle. It’s not that my parents didn’t try, it’s just that I wasn’t that interested. And I was pretty terrible at it.
Maybe the point of posting today is to commemorate the fact that I made it through being 23. I know what to avoid in the future. I know how to make this next year so much better.
I have some good goals to strive for, so let’s hope things fall into place.
Until then, anyone want some Funfetti cake? There’s a lot left.