I turned 24 years old on Friday.
I feel like I’ve got a handle on most things in my life. I balance rent, the electric bill, groceries, my phone bill, Internet and various iTunes purchases.
I’m in love with a nice boy and the smartest, funniest, most considerate and caring person I’ve ever met. I have some amazing friends and my family supports me in everything I do.
I enjoy my job, despite the stress it sometimes causes me. But I’m finally getting to the point where I feel like I actually deserve that job and that I’m good enough for it.
I’m reading more. I’m sewing. I’m even getting my writing published again. (Check out this article I wrote for The Buzz.)
I know I need to get back to cooking more (maybe in the spring when my kitchen isn’t freezing cold) and I should eat better (these two things might be connected). I need to paint more and do more photography.
I need to be better about appreciating the people I love the most, as I am lucky to have them in my life. I made a start on this by messaging an old friend that I lost touch with. I’m glad I did.
So, things are good, but there’s always room for improvement.