23

I am... 23 today.

(sigh)

(sigh once more, heavier this time)

In one year...

I have done something I will forever regret.
I have ended a relationship.
I have begun a new one.
I have become a trainer, no longer a trainee.
I have actually been working working, not just going to work.
I have read a measley grand total of 4 novels.
I have added 8 pairs of shoes to my addiction.
I have replaced my supposed 4 more pairs of shoes with a new addiction to expensive mineral make-up.
I have learned how to successfully glam up all by myself.
I have learned that I have to make this world a better place for Cushie.
I have successfully made tiramisu enough to impress a really good cook.
I have learned how to say "I want you to f*** me tonight" in 5 languages.
I have had the best sex ever (so far).
I have been reminded that I have friends who I may not talk to for a long time but are omniscient enough to never let anything change.
I have a better idea of what I want for my life.

... okay, can't recount them all. but most recently...
I have seen, 1/2 of the DNA discovery tandem, James Watson.
I have been 15 feet away from the Foo Fighters, Bob Dylan and the Black Eyed Peas.

... good enough, then. But this morning when I woke up, it hit me like lightning. I am 23 today. So I have to do more now than I had a year ago.

Having said that, I have to remind myself of what my good friend Karen said yesterday.
Biang: I'm a year older tomorrow.
Karen: Actually, you're only going to be a day older from today.

Hmmm... True.
But it seemed like I have to actually be older and wiser than my whole year of being 22.