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.
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.