24

I'm 24 now. 24. Like, 2 dozen eggs.

Oh, boy.

23 was one exciting, crazy year that I will fail to recap adequately here, but I guess it's still worth a try. This last year I...

1. Took the MCAT...for the 3rd time. And finally got a score more reflective of all the hours I put into studying for The Beast.
2. Said "goodbye" to my grandmother during her funeral
3. Ran a couple of marathons
4. Frolicked around Oklahoma, Colorado, Missouri, and Texas for a bit with some of the best people in the world
5. Ran my fastest mile ever
6. Moved back to T-town
7. Took engagement pictures for 5 sets of friends
8. Witnessed the marriage of my favorite brunette Lady Knight
9. Started another book/writing project
10. Bought my first big-kid camera
11. Went on some of the most beautiful hikes ever
12. Connected with some excellent clients that actually make work fun some days
13. Started hanging out with The Boy
14. Played on a real soccer team
15. And So Much More....

[Sadly, I cleared off most of the pictures on my computer that represent these events and left them sitting on CDs left at home/not in T-town. So I really only have a few pics to represent all the above happy things...]

[hikes]

[wedding]

[boy]

And now? What will this next year hold? I wish I could say for certain, and yet at the same time, I'm kind of glad I can't see that far into the future. It will probably hold exciting things like 

The Wedding of The Brother and 

The Wedding of Favorite Blonde Lady Knight and 

The Great California Adventure and 

Time in CoMo Part II and 

The Start of Medical School. 

It will probably also hold painful things like 

Leaving Friends and

Studying for Late Nights and 

Wondering If I Made the Right Decision

But whatever it holds, I'm going to try to embrace it. To learn from it all, the good and the bad. To grow during it. To turn 25 as a stronger, better, fuller person than I started 24. 

Here's to birthdays. 

Freelancin'

Some days being a freelance writer is miserable. Some days the work is slow, but the bills are not. Some days are spent tossing out dozens of applications for new gigs, all the while knowing that you'll probably not be hired for any of them. Some days are just hard because you have absolutely no motivation to get things done. Some days sorting through 1099s from all your clients as you prepare you taxes is positively tedious. 

But most days, most days being a freelance writer is nice. Most days you appreciate the freedom of working wherever and whenever you want. Most days you love how travelling does not have to equate to taking time off of work, although it can if you can afford for it to. Most days you love setting your own schedule, working it around when the best time for you to take your daily run is. 

Here's to Most Days.