Last Day of 23
Today is my last day of being 23.
23 was a year filled with immense change.
I crossed the threshold from 22 to 23 while on my first international trip to Bali. Then I watched one of my first friends get married. After that I underwent another first with a trip to Europe. I was blown away by Switzerland. I fell in love with Paris. I wrote my first article for a magazine. I grew many friendships, and ended some others. I moved from West Hollywood to Santa Monica. And finally, I adopted a cat (definitely the highlight of the year).
This week is a busy one to say the lease. A few hours ago I returned home from a wonderful early-celebration in Santa Barbara. Since tomorrow is my actual birthday, I plan on spending the day relaxing, renewing, and preparing for whatever this next year may have in store. Finally, on Friday I’ll be leaving for Joshua Tree for Labor Day Weekend and (even though I might die of heat stroke) I couldn’t be more excited to start 24 off with the magic that is Joshua Tree.
Regardless of the fact that my birthday festivities have been off to an incredible start, I can’t help but feel a little anxious at the thought of closing out one year as I prepare to begin another. The last few weeks have held an abundance of reflection and analysis, forcing me to release what I cannot take with me into 24, while simultaneously absorbing all that 23 has taught. This final gust of growth wasn’t exactly expected (neither were the 3 parking tickets and $400 worth of vet bills for my sweet Daisy), but even though August hasn’t been the easiest of months, I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything.
23 was a big one, perhaps the biggest so far. And though I have yet to know what challenges this next year will bring forth, I trust that 24 has the capability to fill the shoes left behind by my most rewarding year yet.
P.S. A big thank you to everyone who made 23 all that it was. It wouldn’t have been the same without you.