it’s funny, when i was younger i remember that all i wanted to do was be 21 years old.
i thought that by the time i was 21, my life would be complete and i would be living “the life.”  perfect job, friends, house, life.  then i turned 23…

now i am 23 years old. i just moved in with a roommate. i am single. working 2 jobs that make me want a glass of wine (or two) each day after i get home.

life is hard.  growing up does NOT mean it will be easier.  yes i have great friends, yes i love my family, but i am not where i want to be.

each day i wake up and try to find something good in each day that will make be happy.  i know that one day i will have a career that i am passionate about and am proud of.  till then… i will keep drinking my wine and doing stupid things with my friends.  hey, at least i have great stories right?!

cheers to being 23.

xo, b


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