It’s 2:38 a.m. on May 19th, which means it’s my birthday. I’m tired, but I’m having trouble sleeping because I feel like I shouldn’t waste any minutes. I enjoy birthdays. Probably because I enjoy numbers and statistics and milestones.

When I started this blog, I was 22.

And every single year I tell myself, “THAT was the best year of my life.”

And every single year, it gets better.

Another year of my life has passed and I can honestly say it was the best and most enlightening of my life.

• I trained for and completed an Ironman.
• I graduated from college. 
• I ran three marathons.
• I danced. And took my shirt off. Sorry.
• I traveled and I traveled and I traveled.
• I learned a lot from a relationship that didn’t work out and we’ve managed to stay cordial.
• I began an exciting new relationship.
• I became even closer to my dad and brother. And we started down a dream path toward our dream careers.

There was a lot more, too.

And it all started on a night much like this. Back in 2008.

My grandmother had just asked me if I was happy. I told her I was but I wasn’t.

And just like tonight, I had trouble sleeping. And I decided to change my life.

Since then I have made more than 2,700 posts in an effort to get my life together, become a better person, and find that happiness my grandmother asked me about.

And now? Life is good.

Thanks for being a part of the journey the past two and a half years. Here’s to 25 being even better.