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Clink! My glass is well over half full

Sip. Ruminating in the past year

Set. Breathing in the possibilities

Laugh. Life is good

My 23rd year began with a best friend, a mimosa, and endless potential. I was standing in my kitchen in my own place- I had achieved my goal of living alone for years. I was completing my two degrees, and had several options for where to go after graduation. Standing amidst my achieved goals and gas station orange juice containers, I was lost.

Possibilities were uncertainties. Potential was an uncomfortable word. The future was a whirlwind of haphazard ideas, goals unwritten.

If it’s not ok, it’s not the end.

I was lost because of passion. I embraced my adrift ideas as I pulled back my bow and prepared to launch into the great unknown. There was more inside of me than what I was currently offering to the world, and it was brilliant.

If I’m never lost, how can I be found?

I rarely know where I’m going, but I know that I’m on the right path. I know that where I’ve been is beautiful, and I can’t wait to see the rest of the journey.

Year 23 is nowhere near finished, but why wait for a birthday to acknowledge a remarkable period?