I’ve had almost three weeks to ruminate over what I would write for this post. 19 days to be exact. In these past 19 days, my 23rd birthday has come and gone. It waved hi and bye like a old acquaintance you run into at the grocery store, someone who doesn’t bother to stop and chat.
I think Ilana from Broad City said it best when she stated, “23 is such a nothing birthday.”
I’m officially at that age where there’s no special significance tied to turning another year older. And yet I feel like it’s another year where I’ve learned a great deal. For the past few years, I’ve thought about writing a listicle of sorts where I share what I’ve learned in my relatively short existence. I just never got around to it because if you ask me, coming up with over 20 things that I’ve learned is pretty damn hard.