Birthday Blues

I cried on my 23rd birthday. I woke up with the feeling that I had not even started to live fully and wasted the previous 22 years of existence. The rational side of me declared that I couldn't do much about those first few years due to the fact I was incapable of anything other than pooping and eating. But, I feel like I should have been moving mountains by five. My sweet, incredibly broke boyfriend bought me flowers and a card that had the most beautiful poem on it which ebbed the emotional wave just a bit until later when I got hysterical much to his bewilderment. The catharsis was just what was required to put me in better spirits, and I spent the rest of the day spending money I didn't have and enjoying the company of friends. I'm just glad it's over, and I can move on with my life.

Though, I did decide, once again, to try my hand at this blogging thing. Twenty-Three to Twenty-Four should prove to be incredibly interesting as my boyfriend moves in this spring, I graduate in June, complete my student teaching in the fall and attempt to figure out the plan past December as I will no longer be a student and be un-employed. I don't want to miss a minute of it.