Taylor Swift wrote a whole song about the twenty-second year, and as I reflect, I realize there’s one line that really does sum it all up.
We’re happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time // It’s miserable and magical.
22 was the year where things changed constantly. I graduated college, which is one of the biggest life changes I think anyone goes through. I moved three times, from Huntsville back home, home to Austin, and Austin to a new apartment. I had a six-month career in politics that ended 36 hours after the election was over.
Another book is under my belt, and I’m frantically working on a third (but that will never change).
This past year, I made new friends in many places, but some things never change: most of those friendships were made at church.
Another year has come and gone, and as I’m starting 23 reshuffling my life a little bit, I’m more excited than I am scared (but just barely).
I hope 23 is as happy, crazy, and insane as 22 was. That I can ramble my way through life, and enjoy every moment of it. That maybe I find a balance between my need to see the world (or at least of Texas), and my need to be at home and be creative.
23, I can’t wait for what you have in store, and I can’t wait to make the most of you.