24

22 was terrible.

I would not be 22 again for the world.

(Taylor Swift is lying. Avoid it.)

23 was good.

I learned a lot.

I loved a lot.

I lost a lot.

I was comfortable.

I was the saddest I've every been.

I was the most delighted I've ever been.

Equal opposites were strongly at work.

24?

I'm ready.

I'm excited for all I have to learn and all I have to do.

Sometimes I wish I was further along in school or relationships or whatever it is.

So I think 24 is going to be full of hard work.

It's going to be a little lonely

(everyone of importance is getting married, it seems)

but it is going to be full of delightful fun times as well.

I'm becoming more and more of a homebody.

I do so love to read a book for hours at a time.

Or watch movies.

But I also still love adventures.

So this year should have some good adventures to it. 

I want to be better.

Stronger.

Healthier.

Smarter.

Wiser.

Kinder.

Better.

I am grateful that I have more time to do all that.