Ahem. 22 is long gone. I turned 28 three days ago. Twenty-frigging-eight. God. What happened? How? In case it’s not yet obvious, I am NOT THRILLED about getting closer to 30. But what can you do? At least this December 24th birthday was a much, much, much better birthday than last year’s. So that’s something.
27…wasn’t too bad. 2013 was certainly a banner year for meeting a whole lot of new people, and reconnecting with old friends, and travelling, of course. But there were many wrongs I didn’t right. And many rights I wronged. And I still wouldn’t dance in public. So gotta remedy that – and all of the above – in my 28th year.